Can I catch a frickin Break Here!?

I woke up this morning, naseous. I have continued feeling naseous. This morning, during a meeting with the regional administrator, I fought off the incredible urge to vomit. You know how you get that feeling, in your throat, that at any moment your throat may indeed end up on the table? Yeah that's how I was feeling.

I came home at lunch, ate some soup and proceeded to become green, according to my husband. I went back to work for a couple hours then left. I got through class, after everyone thanked me for coming even though I felt like puking, by eating saltines and drinking 7up. Like I did it for a whole hour, afraid if I stopped it would all come back.

How is one able to shrink effectively if one feels like crap all the effin time. I'm so over being sick, although I don't think I'm actually over it. How wonderful.

The Wrong Way

Well, I went to WI on Sat. And, to little surprise, I was up .4. That is about 6 ounces, which could be taken care of with a good pee. But the problem is, I did enough damage over the weekend that no amount of urine could justify what I'll likely see at Friday's WI.

We went home over the weekend, and while good food choices are available, it's not like it is here at home. Here, we have a pantry and fridge stocked of yummy low-point sweet and salty snacks so we never get hungry and can avoid binging on crap. For instance, we don't have generic oreo's at home, so when they're available at mom's, we think we're getting away with something. And since there isn't something easy and ready-to-make when we are hungry, we snack and binge on crap to get us through the hunger.

When we got to the house on Sat., around noon, I hadn't eaten anything beyond the 7 a.m. breakfast bar we had before leaving town. So when I was hungry upon arrival, I had hoped there would be something easy to make. Not the case at mom's, and I should be used to that. So instead I waited about an hour and a half for a taco salad. By the time I could eat, I wolfed it down. Not a behavior I enjoy engaging in.

So we had ice cream. We had Powder Keg (sooooo good) pizza. we had breadsticks and cookies. We had biscuits and gravy and a greasy spoon breakfast. The only thing I can do about it at this piont is make better choices - I had 1-point pudding before dinner when I was hungry. Zu and I took a walk for a half hour, hoping that burning a couple points would help alleviate the damage of the weekend. And, the only way I can re-up my lung capacity is to get it workin'. First, a walk, next, elliptical! Hopefully I can continue the walks throughout the week, although it gets dark so early that I'll probly need to hit the Y.

Although we ate a lot over the weekend, we skimped on sleep. So I'm off to an early bedtime, tomorrow starts at 630 and ends at 930, so wish me luck.

I miss the Y

I have been coughing for more than 3 weeks now. The latest advice from the doc is to take prilosec and see if that makes a difference. It feels like there are snot bubbles in my chest, but maybe the Prilosec will dissolve those too.

Anyway, because of The Cough, I have stayed away from the gym. I was on a really good four-week run, or, elliptical pump, but there is just seomthing rather distasteful about hacking up a lung while exercising. Other people don't appreciate it, I hear.

So, the moral of the story is that I actually miss working out. Considering that last week I didn't even want to eat, The Cough might be changing my whole life.

What they don't tell you ...

So I am a BIG fan of Kashi foods. Lots of grainy fiber that regulates, um, your tummy. So imagine my excitement that Kashi came out with cookies! Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies! God is on weight watchers, Amen!

Here's the thing - each cookie is 2 points. There are 8 in the pkg. I tend to eat the package. They are about $3 for a package. That's more than two bucks a cookie. And considering homemade cookies, which are much more fun to make AND eat are also two points, the Kashi variety begins to lose their tempting-ness. Of course, I can't just open a box to get homemade chocolate chip cookies, but that can be a good thing too.

So, as much as I love Kashi, eff 'em. They're rupping me off, and cost too much in too many ways.

I'm Back!

Aside from some, um, complications resulting from the excessive amount of antibiotic I've been on, I FEEL GOOD! Notice, not great, but good for sure. I can breathe and it's inaudible; I don't pee nearly as much as I did last week from coughing; my cough doesn't convince people I have ebola. I need to let my breathing climb to 100 percent before working out, but I'm on the way.

Last week at WI, I gained 3.2 pounds. Now, I was of the opinion that was the result of being sick. At Saturday's WI, I was down 3.4, bringing the grand six week total to 5.6 pounds. That's about a pound a week, so right on track. Of course I'd hoped to move on the track faster but I also hadn't planned on missing out on two weeks from being sick.

A special benefit of being sick, I got sick from my medication on Sat. a.m. I decided to take it on an empty stomach so I wouldn't have anything to up the scale at WI. Half way through the meeting, I got nauseaus and thankfully made it to the parking lot before I started puking. Drove home and in the street, more of the lovely vomit. YUCK. Note to self, eating is allowed when on antibiotics.