BLAH!!

sometimes life is so unfair. id finally worked up to getting back into this game, and i get sick!! freaking typical. kinda reminds me of that song by alanix morrisette, ironic. "its like meeting the man of your dreams, then meeting his beautiful wife" or the man who was afraid to fly:

 after finally recovering from my broken (well they felt that way!) muscles from my workout on monday, i hauled myself back into the gym on thursday to a pump class. just took it easy with lighter weights, just to get my blood pumping again and to ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING! then 9pm on thursday, bam!! i start throwing up. hence the start of a lovely tummy bug that had me up every hour throughout the night wrapped around the toilet bowl. ARE YOU SERIOUS!

ofcourse, i also had baby patch to deal with at the same time as he was still getting over the end of his tummy bug plus some teething thrown in there for good measure (you will be pleased to know that tooth has FINALLY cut through).

so due to serious lack of sleep and still being sick, papa patch stays home from work to look after us both. and around lunch time HE starts feeling ill. ooh what a household!! so Friday lunchtime, we are all wrapped up on the couch in front of the TV, good way to get fit huh! well atleast we werent eating crap at the same time, infact we werent eating anything! which is not much better really.

so here i am. feeling reasonably good again, not totally recovered but almost there. i have my first game of netball tomorrow so working out tomorrow is compulsory. fingers crossed i last! and eating will be back on track.

also uni starts again tomorrow, yahoo!! not really, but its the beginning of the end so gotta be happy about that :)