Last Monday was the last real exercise I had. Even if I was already feeling woozy, I managed to do the 30 Day Shred, my kettlebell swings and 20 laps. Just when I had finally gotten over my dread of Level 2. I was totally prepared to go at it this whole week. Now I’ve resigned myself to having to start over.

Yes, I’m still sick.

Yesterday, I was seriously contemplating taking a stab at the Shred, even in my condition. And then reason prevailed. Now that my throat has decided to get involved (among a lot of other seemingly unrelated body parts – er, hello, hand?) and I have difficulty swallowing, jumping around and generally being out of breath may not be a good idea.

But I have been walking the dog! I must have walked him three or four times this week. (Nicolas walked him the other times.)

I actually walk him by the beach, on the other side of the property.

And, boy, have I been eating! I have to force myself, and I’ll still eat a lot – with rice – and then I’ll need something sweet, the only thing my taste buds can register. In other words, I am getting fat TER. Ah, shit.

Because I haven’t been too happy, I’ve been smoking one cigarette a day. Well, I had two with coffee this morning. And I don’t drink coffee. I haven’t smoked in a non-social situation in a very long time.

I’m tired of this. Will be hauling my ass to Cebu tomorrow where, hopefully, they’ll figure out what the hell is going on and give me the meds to deal with it.

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