Friday Confessions 5.25.12
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|Because confession is good for the soul.
It’s been a sick-y kind of day. I woke up feeling fine, but that quickly degenerated into some not so fun stomach issues. I think I scared the Mister a little because he said that I lost all my color and I was clammy and cold.
I went to work for an hour anyway. Someone has to sign the checks. On the way, I stopped at Kroger for some orange Gatorade. That was an adventure…there are all kinds of odors in a grocery store. Just about all of them made me want to throw up. (And before my friends and family start going there, no, I’m not pregnant.)
I’ve been pretty much living off Gatorade and Goldfish today. I thought I was feeling the time the Mister got home from work, so we went to dinner. Now my stomach is upset again so I’ve quarantined myself in the bed again.
I’m ready to feel right again. We have jujitsu class in the morning, and I really want to go. We spent most of class on Wednesday working on rolls and falls. It was an incredible workout and just what I needed in my training.
Sometimes I’m really amazed at the strides I’ve taken in training just since I started in September. I’ve never played sports or anything so it was huge just when I could do a somersault again. Now I’m happy to do an entire class on my forward roll because it means that I can take a throw better.
That when I see the Mister train in class though, I feel like a baby jujitsika. Of course he’s been training for 11 years longer than me so I’ll probably always feel that way.
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