My mojo has been replaced the past couple of days by an upper respiratory infection. I am rocking a sexy bar voice right now, but that won’t help me exercise without wheezing and coughing up green goo.
Christmas Eve I went to the mother-in-laws house to do their Christmas. It was a lot of fun and included good food (of which I ate too much), gifts and some awful off-key Christmas carol singing, including a rousing edition of the 12 Days of Christmas (I was four calling birds).
Christmas day, I scrubbed the house from top to bottom to prepare for my sister and dad to arrive for their annual visit. My dad drove in with a (lady)friend and my sister flew in from a yoga retreat in Florida (she goes to school in Portland). Their visit is always a slightly stressful time as none of us are particularly close like traditional families, and I’ve got work, a husband and pup to throw into the mix of the visit. Mix that with my dad’s penchant to make traditional Chinese dishes, my sister being a gluten-free vegetarian, my husband being meat-and-potatoes and me being meat-and-veggies, the planning of meals is a nightmare. I’m just working with what I’ve got until they leave around the new year.
So yesterday when my throat felt like it was on fire, I really thought, “$hit.” And of course, it got worse and worse as the day went on. This morning I called in sick to work and went to the doctor to get my z-pack and cough medicine with codine. I abandoned the family for a 3 hour nap this afternoon, and didn’t even attempt to make dinner. Instead, dad and his friend made chicken and rice soup.
So far, there haven’t been any snide comments about my weight from my dad, which is always a relief. I mentioned something to him about working out and he seemed a little shocked, and asked “how often do you do that?” I told him, but I don’t think he believed me. I’m thankful that this year I’m not upset that he didn’t notice any weight loss since last Christmas. I just figure he’s one who doesn’t notice things like that.
I miss my routine and feeling like a normal human being that isn’t full of mucous and ringing ears. Bah.
Edited to add: I must say the highlight of my day was my doctor’s nurse (who has known me since I was 13) who was going through my chart notes and mentioned how well I’m doing with my weight loss. It’s so rare to get praise like this from medical professionals, but they always give me credit when it’s due 🙂