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I’m sick

I'm taking a break. Like this guy.

I'm taking a break. Like this guy.

And my little kiddo is sick, and last week was a total bust when it comes to tracking or even halfway paying attention to healthy eating or exercise. So I’m going to take a week or two off. I’ll still post, but I’m not going to worry about progress or tracking while I’m figuring some things out.

Post-flu: food is confusing

tearing-hairMy body is a bit of a mess lately. Ever since that flu hit a week ago, I’ve been feeling awful. I’m exhausted all the time. I keep trying to do a few minutes of exercise, to get that effect where doing a little exercise gives you energy, but I can barely keep going longer than five minutes. Honestly, five. I set my watch and everything. If I make it past the 5-minute mark I’m pleased.

My innards are all confused and messed up, and food is also doing weird things. For example, whole wheat 7-grain toast seems to be pleasing and even soothing, but the Kashi 7-grain cereal I bought gives me headaches, stomach pains, “brain fog”, fatigue, tightness in my chest, anxiety, and bloating. What the heck? It’s happened three different times, consistently. Just to add to the confusion: the gluten-free, wheat-free coffee cake I made from a mix by The Cravings Place, does the same thing the Kashi cereal does (again, I tested a few times – leave it to me to make ABSOLUTELY SURE the coffee cake won’t work, heh).

At this point, I don’t know what to think. The plan of action I like the best is to start working on collecting veggie recipes, so that I can go back to eliminating a few things while not starving.

Tomorrow, on my 35th birthday (hurrah!), I’m off on a visit to Portland to see my bonus sister get married. I admit I’m a little nervous about coping with food, and a lot nervous about coping with anxiety, but I’m trying to keep an optimistic outlook on everything. I’m taking a lot of good snacks with me, and honestly I’m even tempted to take my Vita-Mix down too. I’ve heard a lot of people travel with theirs.

Done being sick, now just exhausted

Thanks for the well-wishes! I’m doing much better. My instestines still feel like soldiers walking back from war, but I’m treating that with a lot of fresh vegetable juice. It’s impressive to me how exhausted one can feel for daaaaays after just 36 hours of the flu.

Hollie is no longer, I am: Lump

Just in time for my beloved husband’s birthday, I am sick. That whole thing earlier, with the eating cookies for breakfast and my karmic punishment being that they contained butter, and now I’m all sick and stuff? Yeah, well, it turns out karma wasn’t done. I’ve been in bed since then, writhing around like a chest-burster is about to appear, alternating between fetal position and stumbling-to-bathroom position.

Fever is 100.3, and seems quite intent on going up. You know, when I was a lot younger, I could have a fever of 102 or 103, and I was very unhappy, but I could still walk around and was mostly coherent. Now I have this measly little 100.3 fever, and getting out of bed is like asking me to lift a car. You want me to what? Do you even hear yourself? Stand UP? Are you high? Do I look like I can stand up?

Is that just age? Am I just that out of shape? Has the whininess seeped down INTO MY VERY PHYSICAL BEING?

Also, all that stuff you guys said about dairy being in all baked products: that’s just cruel. I don’t blame you, but could you guys please figure out who I can blame for that? I have a thermometer I want to stick somewhere IN THEIR PERSON.

Dude. I am so tired. My head hurts. My belly is making very threatening noises. The lights are too bright, and they aren’t even on. Will someone please come bake a cake for Greg? With candles? I feel so bad. Happy Birthday! I love you! You’re my soulmate! Now hand me that bucket.

Blargh. This submarine is now submerging.

I’m sick.

I went to the doctor’s office today, to discuss my possibly newly diagnosed Raynaud’s disease. For the last year I’ve thought that my ridiculously cold hands and feet had something to do with my panic disorder, but now it seems it could be it’s own thing. They’re going to do some more tests to be sure.

While taking my temperature, the nurse asked, “Did you know that you have a fever?”

“Oh, crap,” I replied.

The kids have been in and out of sickness for the last few days. Looks like I’ll be joining them. I’m trying to see this as yet more time to play WoW and read books, but I was really hoping to get some exercise today. My yoga class last Thursday had me so euphoric and happy (I swear it was like someone gave me a root beer float spiked with Prozac, for hours), that I want to see if I can reproduce the effect at home. The nurse said not to exercise, which I’d guessed, and to go home and rest. Hmph.

On the way home I stopped at the store, and forgot one of the things that started with W that I was supposed to get. Greg had said, “We need ______ [thing that starts with W], and Wheat Thins (Beth loves these when she’s sick), and dog food (which I remember as Wag Wag food).”

“That’s so easy!”, I said. “Three things that start with W!”

By the time I got to Fred Meyer, I’d lost #1. I got Wheat Thins and dog food, 2 yoga magazines, some hair clips, some vegan margerine, and then I wandered the aisles looking for the missing W. My spontaneous brainstorming brought me such helpful suggestions as Werewolves, Weasels, White Sugar (no), Wild Caught Salmon (no), Whistles, Wandering Eyes, Water (?), and Worsted Wool.

I definitely have a fever.