The "F" Word

While I was contemplating gym or no gym this morning, it was on the third phone call from my mom that she psyched me up and convinced me to go...
...and it was at the end of my work out – the last 15 minutes on the elliptical – that totally pissed me off.

I picked up a People Mag to pass the time on the machine and started reading an article about Jessica Simpson and all the latest criticism of her being "fat." The article said she's been branded with the scarlet letter "F" and I think it is TOTALLY ridiculous to be calling Jessica Simpson FAT! Come on now people...

THEN I flip to the next article about Nick Carter...
While the Web site doesn't show Carter when he weighed 224lbs. the article had an inset photo of him at his biggest and then him now.

How come we never heard about Nick Carter being FAT?

And sometimes karma knocks you off your feet...

So I've been sick since Saturday/Sunday and I'm convinced it is all because I was in high gear, ahead of the game...and stressing about getting a lot done in a little time.

All in order to take one day off, and now I've been out of work Monday and today, pushing myself to meet deadlines yesterday and business reviews and the beginning of budget season.

I couldn't speak this morning...and I felt worse today than yesterday. I've spent nearly the entire day on my couch watching talk shows and reruns with the box of tissues by my side ad my best friend.

It's like natures twisted way of telling you to slow the F down and take a break (even if it's when you least want to be incapable of work).

Ugh...more later.
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