A morning of barfing, two nights of excruciating body aches and two days of throbbing headaches later, I've finally put my foot down that something is going to change. Even as I bang this post out with aching in my right cerebrum and waves of nausea, I'm determined that come Monday, my life is going to change. I don't know how it happened, but somehow a combination of late nights, poor food choices - instant noodles crouched in front of a computer screen in a poorly ventilated office infested with strange bugs - and lack of exercise probably contributed to my latest bout of illness - stomach flu - my second in less than two months.
I was supposed to be on leave on Friday, supposed to spend time watching a movie, supposed to spend a nice idyllic day with Bern catching up after the hectic month. Instead, I was writhing in bed, clutching my duvet and my bolster and moaning - and not in a good way. Awesome.
All that ends with this stomach flu. No more working till 4am. No more snacking on chips, mooncakes, cakes, chocolates or whatever junk food people send our way. No more instant noodle meal replacements. No more skipping runs. At the peak of training for the half marathon last year, I ate well and felt alert, a far cry from how I'm feeling now. I'm so sick of porridge, fish soup and oats. I'm sick of being sick.
No one dictates how you should live your life or spend your money or your time. And falling sick is a definite waste of time. Come Monday, no more whinging about not having time to run. I will make time to run. No more whinging about eating crap. I will whip up decent meals. No more bitching about snacking on shite all day. I will find healthier options. Come Monday, Justina version 2.0 launches. - Justina
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