Where did the week go? I don't know about you, but I did NOT spend my week at the gym. No, I spent my week doing regular everyday stuff and trying to keep a lid on the antibiotic-induced nausea. (Zantac was helpful with that.) I went to the gym one day and felt really weak, so much so that I left after 20 minutes and canceled my appointments for the rest of last week.
Today I went back and did a 30-minute light workout with my trainer. I feel lame and can't believe how much this single infection has knocked me down. But today is my last dose of Cipro and I know I'll be able to get back to where I was at the gym. But this experience has been eye-opening.
My weight is up a bit but I'm having a lovely tomato, mozzarella and basil salad for lunch so I think with increased veggies and staying strict on my protein/veggies/little to no carbs routine I'll be able to turn things around.
More importantly, my sweet sweet dad is having a health scare and I am completely freaked out about this. He's only 62. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. We love him so much and we want to keep him healthy.
