Whew! It's my Birthday!!!

That's right, you read that title correctly. It's my birthday!!! I'm gonna party like it's 1984! Well not really, because then I was just a gooey twitching pile of baby in the hospital. But you get the idea. I've decided that I'm not going to count calories today. I will try to make the best decisions as I see fit, but I'm not going to sacrifice on my birthday. For all the Catholics out there, consider this my Fat Tuesday. Oooo I'll have to get a piece of king cake. I've been craving some so bad. I'll post about all my eating later.

I haven't worked out since Tuesday. Yesterday I was starting to feel sick, like the hard to breathe phlegmy kind of sick. I blame my husband for having bronchitis. I came home from work two hours early and took one of his pills and went to sleep. I slept for two hours in the living room recliner and then went and slept another two hours in my bedroom. It's crazy when you wake up at 7 at night and I'm like whoa...I slept that long?! I'm feeling better today, but I'm still not going to work out. We're going out of town this weekend to see my father-in-law for his birthday. I'm a little nervous about it because both my father-in-law and his girlfriend smoke and my husband and I both are sick with a respiratory infection. Those two together do not make me very happy. He said he'll talk to his dad about not smoking while we're there. I wonder how well that's gonna work. Anyways...tata! Have a great day everybody!!!