Well, Hi all! It's been a heck of a few weeks.
Summary:
Got sick. Got sicker. couldn't taste or smell. Coughcoughcough/sneezesneeze. Hackhackhack. Fever? Tired! Etcetera. No exercise for a week. CRAP!

THEN, just as I got better (I'm still coughing some) my mother went into the hospital with breathing issues. Stayed there for 5 days. Scared the bejeezus out of me. I was scared and upset and no exercise PLUS comfort eating for several days.
Mom wanted us to drive out to see her over Memorial Day weekend, so we did (4 hour drive).

Then it was eatapolooza and drinkapol0oza there from Friday through Monday. No exercise.

I swear - I barely ate a vegetable that wasn't on a pizza.

Wanna know what? I felt like KRAP. I was ... spending much more time in the bathroom too. TMI? Whatevs. Things were not comfortable.

I had a hard time coming up for air after all this upset. BUT:

Tonight I made myself some wholewheat berries/brown rice/turkey/broccoli/cheese for dinner, followed by watermelon for dessert.

I am looking forward to getting everything back to where it should be. I'll exercise tomorrow too - but probably by gardening. Small steps, right?

Ugh. It was hard, feeling all vulnerable and sick, THEN getting news about my MOMMY being sick. Double whammy, people.

(FYI: she's seeing a pulmonologist Friday to do more tests and see what really is causing this shortness of breath, and see about some treatments.)

Know that song by Chumbawumba, called "Tubthumping"? It goes "I GET KNOCKED DOWN~! BUT I GET UP AGAIN!" and so on.
Geez -- story of my life.