I had a very strange and interesting experience this morning, one that I hope not to repeat any time soon. I’ve been suffering from a head cold for over a week now, and when the alarm went off this morning I spent a few minutes imagining several strategies for its demise. (At least one of them ended with a sudden impact with the wall). Eventually, I hauled myself out of bed, and into the shower. I was just rinsing off, when suddenly, the lights got very bright and the room started moving in the most extraordinary fashion. As interesting as the sensation was, it was also unpleasant, and I decided that vacating the shower would be a good idea. I had no desire to end up as a teaser on the local news, “Woman drowns in her own shower – details at 11:00”.
Once outside the shower, things were only marginally better. I no longer feared drowning, but greeting the ground in a disagreeable manner was still a distinct possibility. So, I did the smart thing, sat down, put my head between my legs (and discovered that yes, I really do need to shave them before donning shorts this season), and thought “this will soon take care of the problem”. Only it didn’t. I went from feeling as though I was going to faint to feeling as though I was going to be very sick, very soon. So I adopted a position of adoration in front of the commode, only to realize that I was going to faint, no, get sick, no, faint… well, you get the idea. I took the only remaining option left to me. I decided that if I was going to meet the ground, I’d do it on my own terms and lay down on the floor, dripping wet, to wait it out. It was cold on the floor, and it put me in the perfect position to realize I have obviously been skimping on the under the counter cleaning routine recently. Funny how mundane thoughts tend to intrude at times when more serious thoughts like, “Am I going to die now?” should hold sway. At any rate, I didn’t die and eventually was able to maintain an elevated position long enough to climb back into bed, where at least it wasn’t cold.
Once rational thought was again possible, (and I was no longer staring at dust bunnies), it struck me that the head cold and popping noises I’d been hearing in my ears for the past day were probably responsible for the vertigo and nausea. So I got an appointment with my doctor, and asked my nephew to take me. I’m usually much more independent than that but I didn’t think driving myself today was such a great idea.
By now, you are by now asking yourself, well fine! What does this all have to do with the usual Spark-related topics? So, I’ll tell you. I’ve been hovering above my goal for the past couple of weeks now. We’ve been flirting you might say, but not yet to the dating stage. When I got on the scale at the doctor’s office, I found that my home scale has been lying to me all this time (something I know we all suspect from time-to-time). I have apparently passed my goal by 0.9 pounds!!!! So now what? Am I going to log in my fab new weight on my SparkPeople tracker? Of course not! My goal was to lose 57 pounds, and by God, I’m going to lose 57 pounds, as measured by my old, if somewhat unreliable, home scale. So that’s my silver-lining story. Even though the day started out in a particularly crummy fashion, I learned something wonderful (no, not that my legs are overdue for some attention from my razor and the dust bunnies have been fruitfully multiplying under the bathroom counter). I learned that with a little bit of work and perseverance, I am capable of achieving a goal that I never thought possible. And that’s a good way to end any day in my book!