I've been coughing heaps these last couple of days. I thought it was something that would go away, but then my friend told me her chest infection gave her pneumonia and now she's got asthma, which sucks balls! It's really scary, and so this morning, after a massive coughing fit and some nagging on my mother's behalf, I've skipped my usual 2 hour (and another 2 hours back home) bus ride to the trainer's house and exercise in the cold, and went to see a doctor instead. I managed to sleep in a bit today, which was super refreshing. It felt good, probably did some good to my coughing too.
I'm hoping this week will be better, mentally and physically. I felt really depressed last week, probably because I had nothing to look forward to when it came to exercising and food. Obviously, the exercise isn't exciting, and constantly floods my mind with dread. But the food part of it was exacerbated because I thought it would be a good idea to live off some kind of vegetable soup. It was a bad idea, and I don't ever want to do that again. I didn't finish it so I've just chucked it out.
Goddamn I can't wait to eat actual food in Thailand. It's the one thing that's giving me a some semblance of "motivation" and "hope".