I've spent a fair number of days not feeling good about my recovery. I was sick for about a week, and gave myself license to eat whatever sounded good, because when you're sick those things tend to be few. But I also allowed myself to wallow in some hurt feelings and soothe them with the wrong things. But I'm back on track and feeling good about it. I missed my meeting this morning due to an early morning call from a good friend back East, which makes two weeks I've missed since I was sick last week. I kinda miss it.

The other thing I feel good about is the gym. I skipped a week of going because I was a human snot factory and couldn't really breathe in general, I wasn't about to go about panting on an exercise machine. But on Monday I was seized by an intense desire to go get some quality sweat time in on the elliptical machine at the gym. I used to hate the elliptical... wtf happened to me? I didn't go Monday because I had some things to do after work, but I went Tuesday and it felt really good. I'm going to attempt to go tomorrow morning early early, but I'm not so good with the getting out of bed so we'll see how it goes. I'm definitely going on Saturday though. I'm excited that I'm actually *wanting* to go to the gym. I didn't think that'd ever happen.