So The Cold is still kicking my ass. Oh wait, let me be honest. I'm letting The Cold be an excuse for doing NOTHING positive.
Workout - nope
Eat right - nope
Count points - nope
Drink plenty of fluids - yep, but I'm sure alcohol isn't what is suggested
Now go figure that as I've let this progress on and on, I feel worse and worse. Not just the sickness, but about life in general.
Blah.
That's how I feel.
Plus the bully inner voice is winning on controlling the mind game. The little optimistic voice says "hang in there Karen, things will be better soon!"
Bully responds with "fuck off and bring some chocolate."
I'm afraid Bully is very scary and successful right now.
OH LOOK! Another freaking excuse!
Grrrr ...
If you are looking for me, I will be under my desk with a blankie and my 4th giant mug of coffee today.
Monday, January 9, 2017
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Back in the swing
I'm going to try and get back into the swing of things with writing. I know I do much better when I blog. I'm also going to try and focus on the positive and funny parts of losing weight and getting healthier, because no one needs just a sob story.
I did awesome with my eating and exercise over Christmas. Then I got "The Cold."
The Cold is the cold from hell. Since I got it in 2017 I don't know if I caught the epic cold from last year or if I have a new one. Everyone I know has had some variation of this or knows someone who has had some variation of this. Depending on who you ask, this one has taken down the populations of small villages. Not a single person has said it was just a cold.
The Cold means I gained 6 pounds on the scale over night. You'd think since the snot came out, I'd weigh less, but that's not the case. Only thing I can figure is the snot to body ratio is really an unknown and while I've released what seems to me a metric ton of snot, what's left behind is another two tons.
The Cold also means I can't taste anything. Since I can't taste anything, you'd assume that I'd either have no appetite or be content eating celery (which is in the fridge by the way!) Nope. I have to challenge my taste buds to see if they can identify things. Apparently I'm trying to channel my inner Gordon Ramsay and test my palate, Hell's Kitchen style.
Me: "packing foam?"
Gordon: "Bloody Hell, it's CHEESE POPCORN FOR CHRIST'S SAKE KAREN!"
me: "you sure? Give me 5 cups more!"
Gordon: "Fuck off and take your popcorn with you!"
Gym time is out of the question, especially when being upright today is a workout. Yesterday I felt really challenged changing a toilet paper roll and went to Olympic levels of activity by showering.
I am at work today. I'm scared to see what the fallout will be from my muddled decision making. Can't be any worse than what I've been eating ...
One week. Not the direction for the year.
Right?
Gordon:
I will get back to Weight Watchers next week, honest I will!
And tracking starting .... tomorrow. Yeah, I know, it should be right now ....
I did awesome with my eating and exercise over Christmas. Then I got "The Cold."
The Cold is the cold from hell. Since I got it in 2017 I don't know if I caught the epic cold from last year or if I have a new one. Everyone I know has had some variation of this or knows someone who has had some variation of this. Depending on who you ask, this one has taken down the populations of small villages. Not a single person has said it was just a cold.
The Cold means I gained 6 pounds on the scale over night. You'd think since the snot came out, I'd weigh less, but that's not the case. Only thing I can figure is the snot to body ratio is really an unknown and while I've released what seems to me a metric ton of snot, what's left behind is another two tons.
The Cold also means I can't taste anything. Since I can't taste anything, you'd assume that I'd either have no appetite or be content eating celery (which is in the fridge by the way!) Nope. I have to challenge my taste buds to see if they can identify things. Apparently I'm trying to channel my inner Gordon Ramsay and test my palate, Hell's Kitchen style.
Me: "packing foam?"
Gordon: "Bloody Hell, it's CHEESE POPCORN FOR CHRIST'S SAKE KAREN!"
me: "you sure? Give me 5 cups more!"
Gordon: "Fuck off and take your popcorn with you!"
Gym time is out of the question, especially when being upright today is a workout. Yesterday I felt really challenged changing a toilet paper roll and went to Olympic levels of activity by showering.
I am at work today. I'm scared to see what the fallout will be from my muddled decision making. Can't be any worse than what I've been eating ...
One week. Not the direction for the year.
Right?
Gordon:
I will get back to Weight Watchers next week, honest I will!
And tracking starting .... tomorrow. Yeah, I know, it should be right now ....
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