Weigh in Day #27......and a little thing I call self care

Where have I been?
Home sick.


What have I been doing?
Laying on the couch. Reading books. Drowning in my snot.


What have I been eating?
Whatever was near me. Okay perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration. I counted my calories all week so I
know what I ate in terms of caloric intake but I wasn't as picky about the quality of said calories as I usually am.


What about activity?
What activity...does flipping pages count? Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is the book of the hour. I'm done with that one so Through the Looking Glass is on deck.  Makes me want to watch the good ole fashioned Disney cartoon.


What about self care?
What can I say about self care, really? Last week I think was a test from the universe. I was challenged to a full on duel, I believe. Self care is one of those things that I know is good for me and is one of those things that I have found absolutely, unequivocally necessary to sustain any level of sanity and joy in my life. And for some strange reason, I still struggle to perform the duties to actually take care of myself when it counts. I see that the universe decided it high time to back hand me right in the kisser, knocking me flat on my ass, to challenge me to do what was needed.

I didn't fight it. I took the hits and the hint. I stayed down and nursed my wounds like the message intended me to. It was not easy by any fashion but I did it. I slept in. I drank tons of lovely mint tea. I read for pleasure. I watched movies. I cuddled with the dogs. I stayed in my jammies for almost an entire week (changing into clean ones after showering of course). What I didn't do was the more challenging though. I didn't push myself to do all the things I wanted to be doing. I didn't clean the house. I didn't go grocery shopping. I didn't go to the gym. I didn't go roller skating. I didn't putter around the garden. I didn't take the dogs for a walk. I didn't do laundry. I didn't do anything remotely productive with my time and it actually felt pretty good.


What about the scale?
Oh ya...that.

Last week: 162lbs
This week: 162lbs

I'll take it. No exercise. Not the best food choices ever. And...I might mention too that I didn't actually do my normal Sunday morning weigh in ritual. I simply rolled out of bed and onto the scale. And....it's almost that time of the month again too. So, perhaps I actually went down a tad? Dunno. I'm just excited to get out of the 160s for ever. I'm hoping it happens this week but I think it'll probably be next week to show 159. We shall see.