If there's anything to make me not want to work out and eat well, it's being sick.
If I actually have the energy to exercise, it's thrown out the window by not being able to breathe.
If I actually have the energy to meal plan, grocery shop, and cook nutritious meals, it's thrown out the window by lack of taste buds and cravings for chicken soup and box salt and vinegar chips (aka sick chips).
So here I sit. Day 8 of being without a sense of smell, enough energy only to walk up half the stairs at work, and a voice that makes me sound like either a man or a phone sex operator.
It's snowing again. I just want the sun to shine, the snow to melt, and to be able to run outside.
After this pity party, I just remembered that a friend of a friend is having a biopsy today to determine if she has cancer. I've been brought back down to earth. There but for the grace of God go I. I'm thinking of y'all today.
Something to think about:
"When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always get worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better." -- Malcolm Forbes
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