Leo has grown an affinity for apples. He sits patiently beside me while I cube them into bite size pieces. I look down at him, and can see his body tense, waiting to run after the piece I carefully choose to toss. Miranda, on the other hand, bolts into the kitchen anytime I open a can, whether with the can opener or the peel-off top. Regardless of what I may be opening, she automatically assumes it's tuna. It's at that moment she becomes the sweetest cat ever, even tolerating Leo within 5 feet of her. She intertwines herself in my legs, letting me know that, "If you don't want something, remember I'm right here. Just don't forget. I'm right here. right meow." Once she's cleaned out the crevices in the can where my utensils wouldn't reach, she quietly sits on the couch, rests a bit, then turns back into the neurotic bitch I know and love. It's really a magic moment.
So the past couple days I've been under the weather. I thought it was just allergies, as I said before, but I took a small turn for the worse, and ended up seeing a doctor. It was not strep, perhaps just a virus. I'm okay, and was sent on my way with 800mg Motrin and some mouthwash with Lidocaine. I've yet to use the mouthwash. I did use the Motrin yesterday afternoon. Wow. A little background on me: I'm a little over 1/4 Native American, and carry a lot of their traits. Including the inability to tolerate copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. I'm what the white man calls a, "cheap date." Motrin knocked me out into a coma-like sleep, but not before making me just short of paralyzed. I become extremely lethargic, and am soon asleep for an unknown amount of time. A while later, I wake up just enough to be in an "awake REM" state. If you've never had that happen, honestly, it's more of a trip than being on acid. From what I've heard, of course. I dreamed I jumped off a high-rise building. The intense feeling of falling was so real. As I was getting closer to the bottom, it's as if the air caught me, and lowered me safely to the ground. Whoa. I won't be doing that again today.
So today is day 18, and I'm only thinking of the future, and what I'll do after this challenge is over. I've decided that as much as I would love to, I don't think I'll have a cheat day the day after. Honestly, I want to keep going as if nothing has changed. The lady who sold me this challenge was right. My body is so used to eating healthy that, while my mind craves junk, my body craves nutrients. And whole foods. Besides, I've got a small weekend getaway planned, that will have at least one day of yummy delish junk. Thank God we'll be doing a lot of walking the next day.
I'm still bummed that I haven't really worked out since starting this. This week was supposed to be my week back into it. However, I have a feeling the main reason I got sick was due to my lack of working out and building up my immune system. Maybe it's the wake-up call I needed.
Anyway, I'm going to attempt to salvage the rest of this day with something constructive. Fingers crossed I don't accidentally trip and fall onto the couch, bouncing the PS3 controller into my hand. Hate it when that happens...
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