If I were ever going to be the person that wore their pajamas out in public, it would have been today. But I’m not and I didn’t.
Tossed and turned last night, with my tossing and turning only to be interrupted by brief and very odd, commercial length dreams. “This night of restlessness sponsored by ‘REM’.”
In between coughing and telling Butters to go lay down, I found myself helping someone find their small silver dog and sitting in on a table reading for a radio spot??
I’m not even going to bother trying to interpret those.
I’ve been awake (and I use that term loosely) for less than an hour and am now at my table after filling 3 washing machines.
I wanted to get here as early as possible so that I can go home and rest!
I’m still sick.
I tried to cheer myself up after it was clear I had to actually put clothes on this morning and announced to the dog “I’ll wear my pink underwear today!”
She didn’t much care – but I guess I thought a punch of secret color would put a little pep in my dragging step.
I’m pretty sure I look like a homeless person right now. A sick homeless person.
It hasn’t frightened anyone off so far though – in fact, two people struck up conversations with me while I was stuffing the machines with my offerings.
I should have coughed more.
That’s how I know (other than the uncontrollable coughing and general apathy) that I’m under the weather.
Any other day those people would have ended up in my blog – after I chatted their ears off and found out where they were from and what they did and who they loved and …. well – I suppose they’ve ended up in my blog anyway.
Let’s go back to before I got here.
Yeah – like that. Only, it was one 18 year-old child and I didn’t have my fun pink underwear on yet.
My son stood outside my bathroom, “Mom?”
“When are you going to do laundry?”
“Half an hour – why?”
Now, I was seriously thinking that because he was up so early maybe he had contracted my bug, OR, actually wanted to come with me.
“Can you wake me up when you get back?”
He retreated to his wing of the house and I brushed my teeth and stepped on the scale.
I’m thin. I lost weight sensibly and over time and when I quit drinking, the rest of the weight slid off.
I did notice in one of the photos I had taken with Lisa however, that I looked too thin.
I brought it up to my mom yesterday who mentioned that she had been noticing and when my ‘skinny’ jeans are baggy it might mean I have lost too much weight.
They are baggy.
I eat! I do! I love food!
I think the method I used for losing the weight has stuck with me though. I only eat when I’m hungry. I don’t believe in Breakfast ‘time’, lunch ‘time’, dinner ‘time’ – I eat whenever I want and stop when I’m full.
Sometimes I eat like a hobbit and have second or third breakfasts – sometimes I only want my lunch all day. I listen to my body.
But yesterday I forced a meal down because I don’t want my skinny jeans to be baggy.
So I’m on the scale – and I’ve lost 2 pounds. I don’t know where they went! I’ve been stuffing my face with holiday food – I’ve had two friends take me to lunch (Thank you Ruth and Lisa) and been digging in to the sweets that were in my Christmas stocking.
Seriously – how am I now 5’9 (and a half) and 125 lbs?!
It bothers me.
I do not have an eating disorder, but the thought of eating just for the sake of gaining weight – of forcing food down that I am not hungry for … is repulsive to me. (Says the girl who ordered Foie Gras)
Food should be savored – appreciated – enjoyed!
I would say I’ll snack more – but I already do that!
During the week I constantly have food in my mouth – it’s become an office joke.
Anyway – so I need to gain weight.
Back to Nic and the fact that he was not offering to come to the laundromat with me.
I got a Barnes and Noble gift card for Christmas – and I think one of the books that I am going to have to buy is “The Little Red Hen”. I think that book should be mandatory reading for everyone. Period.
If you don’t contribute, you don’t get to enjoy the outcome.
You want to enjoy living in a clean house? Help clean it. You want clean clothes to wear? Help clean them. You want a happy life? Put positive things into it.
Which, brings me to one of the things I plan on ‘resolving’ to do for the New Year.
I’m going to find my positive energy again. The power of positivity juxtaposed with my inability to edit myself may prove to be a problem, but I don’t expect results over night.
Perhaps if I constantly have food in my mouth, I won’t be able to gripe? Two birds, one stone.
I learned a very short sentence in German. Mein hund. Probably it’s not even a complete sentence, but since it’s only 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning and I am not close to thinking in complete sentences yet … I can’t be sure.
I learned this after wanting to learn some German, and because ‘mein hund’ is slowly driving me to the brink madness. And ‘mein hund’ is of late, at the forefront of my ‘things that come out of my mouth to mention when called upon to answer the “how are you?” question.’
I do not sleep through the night anymore.
It’s like having a newborn in the house again. Only, without the instant dissipation of frustration and loathing for sleep deprivation I experienced when I did lay eyes on my actual baby. (18 years ago)
Lack of sleep has taken its toll. I can’t remember the last time I hit REM mode during the night. And I would remember. Yes I would. I have a knack for remembering my dreams.
My only dream currently is that of an entire night with my eyelids touching.
Not the left and the right ones … the top and the bottom ones.
And why I had to clarify that is a testament to the fact that I’ve probably rolled and crossed my eyes so many times in the past few months to actually convince my tired brain the first scenario is actually possible! (And yes, I’ve gone from possible incomplete sentences to definite run-on sentences, that’s what mein hund has brought me to!)
SO there’s that going on.
Can’t focus, losing weight (What that has to do with lack of sleep, I don’t know. Probably due to increased nocturnal exercising and lack of daytime energy to chew.)
She has the audacity now, after I’ve given up on any chance at more Z catching, to lay adorably at the foot of the bed, head rested on her paws – and nap.
I should go crawl over to the edge of the bed, stare at her, breathe in her face and *thwack* the wall with something that would make a similar sound to that of her tail. Turn-about is fair play.
I would do it too! If I weren’t lacking the energy and motor skills to crawl over near her.