I haven't exercised in four days. FOUR DAYS. Most people who know me would think that was impossible. I'm the person who has run during tornado watches, ice storms, blizzards, and in sketchy areas of cities where all the windows have bars on them. I even attempted to run the same day after summiting a 10,000 foot glaciated peak. I drag myself to the gym even if I have to go on Friday nights with everyone else who obviously has no exciting plans for the evening. I've been exercising 6 days a week for as long as I can remember. I guess you could say I'm slightly obsessed.
When my latest sickness hit I thought I could brush it off and exercise as normal. But the thought of putting on my workout clothes sounded like a monumental task. I can't get warm and then I'm too hot. I have a strange cough that sometimes closes my throat so I feel like I can't breathe. Some parts of yesterday seem unclear. The flu? Maybe; I'm not a doctor-goer.
Instead, I'm on my couch with a heated blanket, a book, and a cat. My irrational fears of gaining weight overnight or losing all muscle tone are just that, irrational. It's hard to let them go, though.
I think your body tells you what it wants (sometimes it says "chips", but that's beside the point). Usually it says it wants exercise, good food, and sleep. Mine is telling me to stop for awhile. It's hard, but I'm listening.