So, I was sick the whole weekend. Not the most fun ever. but I am happy to be able to say that there were no major missteps, despite cravings and the feeling of "I'm sick, I should be able to eat what I want." Well, no. Doesn't work that way. In the old way of thinking it did, and that thinking is what has kept me from losing weight.
Friday night I went to the doctor and found out I had pinkeye. I had thought it was an allergy to the mascara/cold cream from the night before. Keegan was coming over to make signs for the No on 8 rally we were going to Saturday morning. I made spaghetti with meat sauce and steamed broccoli. Had one serving of each thing.
Saturday morning I woke to my eyes being crusted shut, and a really bad sore throat, and congestion. Much as it broke my heart to do it, I called Keegan and bailed on the rally. Went back to sleep for a while, then got up and had a breakfast of nuts and crackers. Napped. Finished off the leftover broccoli from Friday. Watched some TV, napped some more. Had chicken soup with rice and a cup of tea for dinner. 1 serving only, and while I could have eaten more, I didn't. Stayed up til about 12:30, since I'd been asleep all day.
Sunday morning I woke up much clearer eyed and feeling a lot better. IMed Keegan that I wanted waffles. Sweet guy that he is, he had offered to make a juice/meds run for me, but I was feeling human enough to leave the house so we went out to breakfast. Had my favorite Mamas & Papas hash browns at Hobee's (potatoes, spinach, turkey bacon and cheese) with a scrambled egg topper. Side of turkey bacon, side of coffee cake. I didn't eat the coffee cake though. My brain took over when I saw it at the table and decided that I did not need to be eating that. I did take it home, but if I end up eating it there will be a good hard workout the same day. Since "breakfast" was at noon, I didn't eat again til dinner at about 6, which was a single serving of leftover spaghetti from Friday night. Again, could have eaten more, made the conscious decision not to. I skipped hockey practice, which made me sad, but I still had a fever and really I'm just OVER being sick and didn't want to chance a relapse.
About 7:30 I got a call from Nicky, inviting me over to watch the Sharks game. Char was on her way over, and Nicky had just ordered pizza. I was very tempted, but ultimately decided to be responsible. Too sick for hockey = too sick to go hang out with friends and have a late night on a school night. Also, I had to put my bed back together after having stripped it, bleaching my sheets (ah, the one good thing about white sheets) and washing my quilt.
I'm ready for a week of good health (I'm so close), good eating, and some trips to the gym now that gas is more reasonably priced and driving the extra 20 miles a few times isn't going to hit the wallet so hard...
