You know what bites? Being sick on your birthday.
From a cold you presumably caught from your darling son earlier in the week.
And when you're sick, you can't diet. You can't work out. You can hardly breathe. And if your heart rate is up, its from all the energy you expend hacking up a lung. Certainly not from the treadmill or eliptical machine.
I've received approximately one million facebook happy birthday wishes, which are really sweet, and so fun. But they aren't doing me much good.
I've been in bed at 7:30 for the past 4 nights, and have resorted to napping with the boys to get even more rest.
I cancelled dinner at my favorite restaurant last night w/my local BFF who also happens to share my birthday.
I cancelled lunch with the in laws today.
I cancelled our plans to attend a housewarming/super bowl party with other friends.