"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I
don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my
life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts
and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing loud in the car
with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night
laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want
to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe
tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and
I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad He gave life to
someone who loves the gift." --Shauna Neiquist


Friday, October 8, 2010

Frustrated...on a Friday. Blah.

 Wow, what a week! Had a FANTASTIC visit with Bestie...she went home yesterday afternoon, and I miss her terribly already. I behaved myself very well on Monday and Tuesday: got my workouts in, ate well, slept plenty. Tuesday evening, however, things started to go downhill.

I took the day off work to spend some quality girl time with Bestie, which included a picnic lunch, hike, and afternoon nap. We party like rockstars, eh? ;D By the time I woke up in the late afternoon, I knew something was up with my body. TOM was waiting in the wings, leaving me vulnerable to getting sick. I took my supplements and made sure to drink extra water. By Wednesday morning, I had a raging fever and my throat felt like I had swallowed shards of glass...twice. Yup, I had strep throat.

And I HATE strep. I've had it probably a dozen times in my life, but not ONCE since I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and started treatment back in 2002. Ugh. So I struggled through my work day and went straight to the Urgent Care clinic before going home. A booster shot and a few penicillin pills later, my fever is gone and my throat feels much better, but I'm still just so very tired.

I've not worked out since Tuesday and I've been eating pretty much whatever I felt like I could get past my swollen and inflamed tonsils. Crazy things...and at crazy times of day and night. Oh, and TOM is due today or tomorrow.

Needless to say, the last two days have been pretty brutal in terms of weight loss. I don't really WANT to know what the scale says right now. My current plan of strategy is to skip this weekend's weigh-in. It just wouldn't be fair to my psyche, you know?

Hope everyone's week is going well. Happy Weekend!!


P.S. The Canadiens lost their first game of the season last night. To the freaking LEAFS. *sigh*

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