Better than a gym membership

At the beginning of the year, I decided to start tracking the mornings I go to the gym to ensure I work out three to five times a week. Since February, I had grand plans to work out the maximum number of times a week (for me, that's five) and lose five pounds (you know, as a "wardrobe updater" so my clothes will fit slightly differently and thus better.) But life has a way of laughing in your face and I didn't really work out at all this month so far. Between Matt's sickness and my catching it...yep, I caught his bug. I shouldn't be surprised, since I am his wife but it sucked. I handled it pretty well, being the "stronger sex" and all. But the real surprise is that...I lost five pounds anyway. Being unwell will do that for you.
Everyone wins!