Back in the saddle again...

So I'm back in the gym after a week and a half of being totally decked by a biblical illness. I went to my doctor expecting to be diagnosed with some scurvy-ebola hybrid but alas it was just a cold. First time back to Jake was terrible, despite his assurance that a little weakness is normal after being ill I still am disappointed in myself. I wasn't able to press as much as I had been and I was sweaty and dizzy after six (Yes! Six!!) minutes of cardio. Sad, sad. Jake was apparently brainwashed by kindly fat people because he took pity on me and sent me home. I was sick and determined not to barf in the gym in front of the nice older patrons. I made it to my car only to barf in the bushes nearby. Not a shining moment for me. The last time I barfed in bushes I'd had three vodka tonics , 2 beers, and a gin and I have to be honest, being sober does not make the experience better. Today my alarm went off at 4:30am. My body argued that it was technically 3:30am and that the time change doesn't mean anything but my brain won out and I dragged ass to the gym. Yay. I did only thirty mintues of cardio before I ran out of steam. I am kind of bitter-I was doing really well before I got sick. I guess I'll just shoot for that feeling again. Sure, the thought of just chucking it and sitting in a bathtub full of ice cream with a spoon has it's appeal but I know I just need to get over the hump and then it'll be easier. That is, of course, till i reach the next hill. Oye.