Chelsea = 1, Gym = 0

Or is that supposed to be the opposite way around.

I got up and got dressed today to go lift weights or do cardio or both. I took one of my morning prescriptions and started sipping on a protein drink on the way there and whatdoyouknow, I started feeling queasy.

But I drove there anyway.

Almost there.

I got to the point where I could make a left turn to the fitness center or go straight to the store.

I went straight. I needed new tires on my car and today seemed to be a good day {since I have been feeling crappy, of course}.

$200 later and I have a car that drives like a cloud {I bet that would be really fun...like in Mario Bros. where you can kill the koopa and take their cloud} and a still-upset stomach.

I am supposed to take 3 of these a day and I've taken them before without issue but now they're making me sick to my stomach. Two down, one to go. For today. If I don't puke, that is.

Maybe I should talk to my gyno and have her give me a smaller dose.

Since I didn't go to the fitness center, I'm forcing myself to finish painting my room today. Lots of crouching, bending, stretching, fumes, arm reaches, etc.

All baseboards and trim are done. One wall down. It's going to be a long night. And I feel like poo.