“Well, you were right.”
It’s not my favorite thing to mutter to my well-meaning boyfriend, but sometimes you just have to suck it up and do it anyway. Today was that day. I was so excited about my Mile/Day Challenge and I completed it on Feb 1 only to wake up the next morning with a sore throat. Jay told me I needed to cool it on the gym so I didn’t get sick and I actually took his advice. It was Saturday, after all. Sore throat again that evening. No gym on Sunday. Stayed totally vegan and barely drank at the Super Bowl party (win!) and again no gym because of the throat on Monday. At this point, I’m fretting that I made a promise to the Internet (because that sounds sane) to run a mile per day, and I just couldn’t let the Internet down! Of course, this is code for making a promise to myself and not wanting to let myself down, but that sounds so much more depressing.
Anyway, I worked a super long day today and made sure to eat great. I got to the gym around 7:30 PM and spent time on the elliptical and treadmill. (One Modern Family + one New Girl = Gym Time) I got home, felt super excited/nervous about a meeting tomorrow and sought reassurance from Jay that I am, as suspected, completely awesome. To further calm my nerves, I did the only other relaxing thing I know besides bubble baths: I cooked.
I dry-fried tofu cubes, sautéed some veggies, and made a peanut butter coconut sauce while the rice was cooking. I pulled out the slow cooker and threw in chickpeas, fingerling potatoes, onions, peas, and more and started a slow vegetable curry we can have for dinner tomorrow. Then I made rice…again. At this point, Jay walks over and tells me everything will be great and steals a few tofu bites before dragging me out of the kitchen. And that’s when it hit me: coughing, wheezing, throat hurting. I felt like my lungs were on fire from breathing in so much dry, cold air. I pouted my lower lip and I had to admit it.
“Um, babe…?”
“Yes?”
“My throat hurts and, um, I know you said not to work out… Well, you were right. “
He smiled. He gave me a squeeze. He asked if there were leftovers.







