Well That Explains a Lot, Actually

I have been in bed or on the couch for two full days. I honestly didn't quite know what was up with me Monday but my swim workout tanked majorly. I couldn't breathe, which began to cause one of those special oxygen-deprived headaches. I knew I was feeling a little sniffly but I had no clue I would wake up the next morning and fall flat on my arse in terms of energy and everything else. I was sick. Plain and simple. Still am, actually.

This cold or whatever it is caused my energy to reach new lows. I spent most of the day Wednesday trying to sleep but unable to get comfortable. Thursday I slept a little more, but not enough to really knock this thing around. I ate like crap for two days. Hubs can't cook...or he doesn't choose to, same thing. And it seems me feeling like crap = me craving crap food. Not sure what that's about because it goes against every idea in my head about what you SHOULD do when you're sick, but, honestly, I was too damn sick to even care.

Chinese food. Pizza. Ice cream. All foods I haven't had in a long time. All foods one should stay away from when sick. I ate them all. And I didn't care one single bit. (Okay, maybe there was a tiny bit of doubt and guilt, but, honestly, not much.)

I'm at work today, but just barely. Got some things to get done and it was either come to work and suffer through or stay home and have to pay the money to visit the doctor and hear them say that I have a serious cold and just take some OTC meds and sign a slip for me to take to work verifying that, yes, I am sick. (Any 3 consecutive days out means you have to get a slip.)

Normally I would've knocked this thing on it's butt super fast, but with how hard I've been pushing myself lately and the general overall exhaustion, I think it all combined to make this cold the cold to end all colds for me.

Honestly, I probably needed the break mentally and physically.

So, the only plan I have right now is to get through these 8 hours and then go home and crash and hope tomorrow is better. I've already cancelled my weekend shopping spree and visit to my mother's. Partly because I'm sick. Partly because the remnants of that tropical storm are headed our way and I hate driving in the rain. And partly because my mother just informed me that she is now coming down with something.

Instead, I will spend this weekend recovering and trying to get my head back in the game. I'll have to plan a trip to the grocery store at some point as well, so I guess I better get a plan together for that. I'm actually looking forward to a lazy weekend at home. Especially an extended holiday one. Tomorrow is WVU and OSU's first game of the season AND the first episode of the next season of Doctor Who, so there's plenty on the tube to keep me distracted. I'm going to try to get a walk in if I feel up to it. I think a little jaunt around the block will make me feel better as long as the dizziness has gone away. I'm going to try to get some work done today and then try to remember what my September plan is.

Last day of August weigh-in this morning. 297.4 pounds.

So there.

Tomorrow I'll record the first of September and start a new month with a new plan and a new frame of mind. Hopefully feeling a lot better.

It's working, even if it's exhausting at times.
Maybe the theme for September will be better time management.