Well, my “fitness plan” for the day has been coffee and a turkey sandwich … 11 hours ago.

Between awkwardly-placed classes and working at the Daily, I was unable to find time to snag a meal. It’s also as cold as a Russian’s tits out there – I’d rather not freeze my butt off trying to run my butt off.

On top of the frigid temperatures, this past week my lungs have been rattling and my nose is raw from a Puffs overdose. I spent much of my free time curled up in bed with my three best friends: NyQuil, Kleenex and cough drops.

Yesterday and today I am finally not feeling like a bag of butts. My hope is that tomorrow I will be able to get three good meals in and a workout without me wheezing and hacking like your fat, chain-smoking uncle.