Guh

I do not feel good. I woke up yesterday with a sore throat and it's gone downhill from there. My nose and head are stuffy and it feels like I swallowed a pinecone. A breakfast of oatmeal and tea helped, but I just feel crappy.

So the question - should I exercise?

Right now the thought of dragging my ass over to Ping is not a fun one. Then again, sometimes it's not a fun thought on days when I feel fine. I go on those days, because I know I'll feel good once I get there and exercise is part of becoming healthy. I read an article - which probably had some title like "Too Sick To Exercise?" - that said as long as your symptoms stayed above the neck, you were fine to work out. So far, mine are. I could go - and in my mind, this translates to should go. If I don't, that means I'm weak, poorly disciplined. My good habits are all going to go down the drain, I'll balloon, and everyone will see that I'm really not as good a person as they've been led to believe.

It's so goddamn easy to fall back into that way of thinking. And who the fuck cares? If I skip the gym for one day (or two, since I might not have time tomorrow), if I take the elevator, if I have as much cake as the next person, or (gasp!) even more - nobody's thinking about me as much as I am. And if they are, well, that's their problem.

Even after saying all this, there's still a voice in my head trying to convince me that it's all crock. Sigh.

**EDIT** For those of you who don't attend Ohio University, Ping is the name of our fitness/recreation center. And I'm not going today.