Diagnosis: Respiratory Haplorrhinus...

...aka:  lungmonkeys, bronchitis, pulmonary pwnage, pure and unadulterated suckage.

Exercise is on hold for the moment, and apparently, so is eating well.  I've been desperately fighting to keep from eating today.  I haven't had dinner yet, and I've already surpassed 1200 calories.  I imagine that the metabolic rate increases when fighting infection, and that could account for the mad hunger.  I may need to devise a recipe for Punishment Stew to whip my ass back on track.

Is it ironic or just unfortunate that I've spent the day wrapped up in a comfy, warm blanket on the couch watching season 4 of the Biggest Loser, all the while stuffing my face?  A little of both, methinks.

Last night wasn't much better.  My dinner, while very tasty, was FAR from positive eating:  half a potato sliced into paper thin slices and broiled 'til crispy, half a head of cauliflower sauteed with onions and 2 4oz grilled bison burgers.  I don't think I'll be doing the bison again.  This is the first time that I've had red meat in about two months, and I didn't handle it well (read:  severe nausea).

I just want to feel better.  I want to get outside.  I desperately want to try an elliptical trainer, or at the very least, see how I handle light jogging.  Most of all, I need to start looking into getting a personal trainer.  I need a place to start heavy workouts, but I don't think I can devise a proper and safe plan on my own.  Hopefully, next week.