What started out as a really
fun weekend ended badly on Saturday night. I had managed to avoid the whooping
cough that plagued all of my coworkers for the last few weeks, but as I sat
watching a movie with my sister, I felt that gross tickle in the back of my
throat. Then came the coughing. Then came the upper respiratory infection and
the worst two days of my life (OK, maybe a
slight exaggeration.)
I didn’t sleep at all on
Saturday night, and spent all day Sunday about as miserable as I can remember
being since I got swine flu four years ago. Disgusting chest congestion made it
hard to breath, and I had a fever off and on for 24 hours. Fever is a big deal
to me, because it happens so rarely—I once went 10 years without getting one.
True story. I think. Anyway, I spent Sunday and Monday in bed watching episode
after episode of House Hunters and Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives, but forced
myself to go in to work today, against my better judgment. (And based on the
death glares from the now healthy people in the office, it was against their
better judgment, too.)
I’m still not feeling great,
but I feel sooo much better than I did Sunday, and I’m definitely headed in the
right direction.
Out of nowhere this weekend I
dropped a couple more pounds, and surpassed my “10 lbs down” goal for the
month. I’m at 10.5 lbs lost since May 29th, and I’m hoping for a
little more by Saturdays weigh-in. Weight loss is so funny (well, not funny
when I’m frustrated and ready to smash the scale with an axe)—one day I’m
furious that the numbers haven’t moved in two weeks, and the next, I’m giggling
with glee at an overnight loss of 3 pounds. This last month of living
healthfully has at least reinforced that I can truly “trust the process.” It’s
so easy to get discouraged and think that I just physically can’t lose weight,
but after seeing how the scale has been weird over the last 4 weeks, and seeing
that the results are there, just not as uniformly as I like, I’m encouraged
that I really can trust the process. Eating fewer calories and moving more really does
work! Who would’ve thought?
Speaking of weight loss... My mom is a nurse, and she stopped in to see how I was doing on Sunday night. While she was listening to my lungs, she kept commenting about how my heart was racing. Since I'd been sitting motionless for a full 24 hours, that was odd. We finally realized it was the Maximum Strength Mucinex liquid I'd been taking every four hours. It had my heart rate way up... no wonder I lost a few pounds! Disclaimer: Do NOT go to Wal Mart and buy a case of Mucinex to try and speed up your weight loss. Go to Costco. Much cheaper. ;)
I hope your week got off to a much
better start than mine! J
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