My lovely son, who at the age of eight STILL hasn't fricking figured out how to cover a cough, shared his nasty summer cold with me. Nausea, scratchy throat, stuffed up nose, jaw pain, chest tightness and the feelings that someone hit the back of the head with a bat and that zombies have been gnawing on the left side of my brain are all some of the things I've been enjoying courtesy of my little germ factory. And no, I am not exaggerating.
As I always do, when I don't feel well a sick, small (hopeful) part of me wonders if the illness won't help me get a little foothold on my weight loss efforts. If *nothing* sounds good and most everything I eat makes me feel like booting, my food options become wonderfully limited. I recognize that I've got it a bit twisted, but I didn't pack almost 70 extra pounds on my frame by rational thinking and good choices.
Today might be a good day for some smoothies with fruit and spinach blended to oblivion, bullion, and some crackers if I feel up to it.
Since exercise is out of the question, today seems to be a good day to plan some menus that I WILL MINDLESSLY FOLLOW IF I KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME. Maybe if I put that out there there's some chance that I might follow the plan.
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