The Crud...

I still have this ugly bug, so I’m homebound again today. I guess I should be grateful rather than disgruntled. The change from how I feel about cabin fever today as opposed to several years ago is incalculable, indeed. I used to pray for any excuse to make couch potato-ing acceptable! Now, after lying down for about half an hour, I get up and walk around the house, staring mournfully out the windows at the incredibly beautiful fall days we’re having here. I’m going to try and tackle a small walk around the neighborhood with Samantha (whose exercise is on hold as well)—I think I can do that later this morning. Slow thoughts, slow moves. Hate this! The food's changed a bit too. Soups and teas. Haven't counted any calories, carbs or proteins, but I'm not thinking about food--isn't that a hoot!

But as a wise friend asked me last evening: “haven’t you ever craved for a couple of hours to read that book or _________ (fill in the blank)? And she’s right, of course. It’s just that I tend to want to do it when I want to... do it. You know?

Right now, this old girl wants to feel well enough to work with clients and exercise her own body (she thought selfishly). Okay, it’s back to the couch—or bed. I’ll wander between them and at some point, I’ll try to take a stroll around the block—I have that to look ahead to, but need to lie down with my tea now. And get better. Ohhhhmmmmm...