Marge Simpson is that you?
Monday, May 28, 2012
Soooo on Thur I was hit by the cold/flu/mutant virus that my boss has been sneezing and spluttering all over the office with for the last two weeks. Why is it that you don't even think about how often you swallow until it feels like your saliva is made of razor blades and then it's all you can think about? We swallow a lot by the way. A LOT.
Anyway, although I now feel much better I have developed a gravelly voice and should I decide to start sporting a blue tower of hair, I could be mistaken for the yellow woman of Homer's dreams. Sadly it's not outrageously sexy like Phoebe and her 'sexy cold' and more, 'have you turned into a chronic smoker over night?" sort of sound.
On the plus, I managed to keep it together and didn't go crazy with comfort food. The downside is that while I didn't go crazy, sugar items have snuck in and keep sneaking in each day. This does not make me delirious with joy...which is what I tell myself when I am delirious with joy from the sugar hit as my blood sugar spikes and all is right and well with the world. For an hour or so anyway.
I am also still working on my Achilles heel. What's that you say? (I'm going to tell you even if you didn't say it). I am going out with a friend on Thur evening and we are going to an all you can eat and drink buffet. No, that's not the weakness, although it could be there are so many of them out here and people go at the drop of a hat but the fact that whenever I have an 'event' coming up, my subconscious brain rides roughshod over everything and I begin to eat whatever I want days in advance of the actual 'planned slip' because 'I'm going to put on weight anyway.'
Dangnabit, (oh yeah, I really just used that expression) why, WHY even when I know I am doing this, can't I stop doing it?