There I was thinking that the start to this week was going to go fine. After the skin thing last week and my partners birthday my body went into total crapville. I got a real bad chest infection. I was on antibiotics and taking cough bottle to beat the band. I was bed ridden and in no form for anything. I did no walking, not a lot of talking (I know, hard to believe) and mostly felt totally crap about everything and everyone. Dieting was the last thing on my mind.
Now I didn’t do the dog on it at all. I realised that being sick was no reason to lose the run of myself, that and the fact that there was little of badness in the house when it came to food. I didn’t eat too much at all really. I was downing the cough mixture, which I later heard is full of sugar and spent the days lying between the dent that I had made for myself in the couch and my bed. Life really doesn’t give a damn about whether or not you are trying to meet a deadline or lose the remaining pounds before you finish a diet challenge.
This is probably a really boring column as I don’t really have much of anything to say because I didn’t do much of anything to note. I was too sick to go see Karen from Transform4Life but she offered me support via the phone and assured me that she was only a call text or tweet away. We decided I would weigh myself as I was too sick to come in and it nearly tipped me over the edge as I was two pounds up. I was nearly brought to tears only I think I was so dehydrated there was no moisture in my system to muster up a tear. My throat was so sore I let my intake of water slip.
I spent hours thinking about how this travesty happened. I hadn’t eaten anything of note, let’s face it, when you can’t taste or smell what you are eating, what is the point. I know my water intake was poor, this could have been some trigger, water weight? Who am I kidding. The steroids the week before probably caught up with me. But no matter how long I spent beating myself up about it I had to take solace in the fact that once I kick the infection I am just going to have to start back at square one. I was broken hearted. Truly.
I remember when I was in my twenties, I could lose weight much easier. I started cursing getting older, my metabolism and started reading about how illness and age affects weightloss. I spent the time totally unproductively and miserable. Dieting sucks. Being sick also sucks, this week everything sucked, especially me. I’d say my partner wanted to beat me within an inch of her life but like normal she just nodded, smiled and was being really helpful, even this annoyed me. I could take being up if I had been really bad but I was just ill with a little nibble here or there.
I then blamed God for a bit, then apologised and asked for forgiveness. As I write this I am still congested and spluttery but can see the light at the end of the sickness tunnel. Sometimes feeling sorry for yourself feels more important than dieting. This week I really wanted to give dieting the two fingers but I swear as soon as I kick this thing I am back on the scales.