So am I weak? Am I spineless? Do I have no will power?
4HB-ers, I ate a bagel!
WAIT! Don’t stop reading…. it’s all right. It is. I promise.
See, here’s what happened. I’m sick. Again. Fifth time in 3 months. I go to the doctor. He’s all on board about making me better. Good doctors are like that. While there I told him about the 4HB plan and he was not opposed. Since I have been fighting being sick, getting sick, and getting better I am pretty well depleted. Was pretty well depleted before I started the 4HB plan.
But even as sick as what I’ve been I could easily take the 3 flights of stairs without my legs feeling like they were going to implode. I might be breathy when I got to the top quickly. But my legs had the power to do it. To summarize: before I started the 4HB I was sickish, but could move and motivate through whatever I wanted or needed to do. Including running at home on the treadmill.
Then I started 4HB. For 2 weeks now I’ve just gone down down down on my energy. This is where the leg imploding is envisioned. I have no zip in my ippity doodah.
And dagoneit I am sick.
So on the way home from the doctor I had a bagel. Just a bagel mind you. Nothing on it. No Timbits. No donuts. And when I got home I ate beans. BEANS. I am not going over board, not jumping ship.
I just steered a little around a hole in the road. Or ocean. Or whatever.
I just felt a little guilty and decided I needed to come clean.
It’s not about the bagel.
It’s just I needed something to blog about.