I am sick and feel like shit. My nose is crusty and disgusting. My body aches. I am a big effing baby when I do not feel good. I like to complain when I am sick.
Weight loss is totally stalled. I have eaten like crap. Too much sodium. I am afraid of the scale. I am a big pig. Blah. I am hormonal. My brain hurts. Are too short sentences worse than run-ons? My thoughts are choppy and disjointed.
Running? HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA! Oh? Seriously? I have not run in several days. Stupid congestion. Sucks. It is a great excuse for my laziness too. Damn it all to hell.
On a happy note, we are planning our trip to Europe. We will be gone for four weeks. We are going to: New York, London, Paris, Amsterdam, Austria, Germany, Belgium, and possibly day trips to Prague and Zurich. Plans are not completely firmed up yet, except that we will be gone for 29 GLORIOUS days. I could not be more excited.
This will be my fourth time in Paris. FOURTH. That to me is insane. I was an exchange student in my junior year in high school and stayed with a family on the coast in Vannes. I also attended the University of Paris for a semester during college. The last infamous trip, I am certain, people thought I was crazy. I was pregnant with Allison and the bed rest had already begun. Needless to say, that was NOT my most favoritest trip ever. I was stressed out, my luggage ALL got lost, I had to wear the same outfit for five days, I was pregnant, and I was a real joy to be around. Heh.
My point in bearing this useless information to the internet is that this trip will be my first adventure in Europe outside of France. Sure, I have been many other countries outside of Europe (Tahiti, St. Lucia, Mexico, Puerto Rico and St. Thomas–not really a country, but you know what I mean, Antigua, Barbados, St. Maarten, etc., etc.) and even travelled a bit in France, but this is the real deal; the trip I have waited my life for.
I am beginning to drip again. Time to find the elusive box of tissues.