Believe me. I know. If I were you, I’d think I was faking the severity of this “virus”, also.
I know I have been really inconsistent with posting.
I know I have not actually “written” a post in a week.
And, I know that I have been fully taking advantage of the concept of photo posts…and, that my photos have not even been very interesting.
But, the here’s the honest to God truth:
My kids, who are used to not being allowed to watch television during the week, have been watching so much tv that even they are getting sick of it.
I’ve been eating about 700 calories a day, half because my stomach is just totally unstable and half because my “exercise” these days has been walking from my bed to the sink where I’m coughing up the funkiest junk you’ve ever seen…to the couch where I go only when I feel like I need to be “more social”…even when no one’s even here to “be social” with…and, to the fridge where I go when I finally start feeling hungry but usually just end up slamming the doors because the thought of putting any of “that” into my body makes me immediately lose my appetite again.
Mariah asked me the other day if I was going to the gym. I answered her with, “Mariah, I don’t think I am ever going back to the gym again. Like, ever.” Because the thought of trying to so much as clean and jerk a 95# barbell seems virtually impossible to me, given how weak I have become.
I sleep with a towel on my pillow because my humidifier is on so high that Ben told me the night he came home from Nashville, “I feel like I’m camping.” And, another towel under my body because I’m sweating all night like a woman in menopause. And, against what my mother has thought about me for the last 10-15 years, I am not going through menopause.
I am currently watching something like my 18th episode of Fixer Upper since I got sick. I feel like I am personal friends with Chip and Joanna Gaines.
I have eaten so many egg sandwiches that I don’t even like the idea of eating egg sandwiches anymore. I actually feel like I’m pregnant all over again, because that was a whole phase I’ve been through before.
I went to bed TWO times so far without brushing my teeth because I felt like I just couldn’t do it. Not because I forgot.
I don’t even like the taste of coffee anymore. And, I like tea. That’s how I know I’m really sick. Again, or pregnant.
I also don’t even like the taste of smoothies. Even good ones with no green stuff and lots of berries and peanut butter and vanilla protein powder.
I am taking so many medicines and supplements right now that I have to keep a journal to organize all of it.
But, among all of this complaining and negativity, I’ve still kept up with my 5 Minute Gratitude Journal 🙂