the sniffles and the scale

Today at around noon, I began to sniffle. That is quite normal for me, since I'm a severe allergy sufferer. (don't ask what I'm allergic to, because I haven't a clue. I think it's Nature.) Anyway, the sniffing and running and itching got progressively worse, until I was perpetually sneezing and unable to see out of my watering eyes! So I took a "Reactine".

One hour later I was still miserable, so i took a Benadryl (these tend to knock you out, so I use them sparingly) Another hour later I was still sneezing, so I took 2 DayQuils. Ok. That should do it, right???

Well one hour later I was nice and sleepy, and still sneezing! What the heck! I drove home, trying to stay awake (which I did fantasticly, by the way) and got home and checked the Roast that was in the crockpot. I threw a potato in the microwave for Jason (I wasn't hungry after all that) and told him there would be no vegetable. He didn't complain. I sneezed my way to the couch after giving the girls some supper. I don't quite recall actually reaching the couch, because I must have fallen asleep instantly. I was awoken momentarily by Anneka whacking me with a pillow to which I grunted "uuuuuggghhhh...no hit me" and the pillow was consequently confiscated by Jason. I always feel so guilty when I'm not feeling well...because that means Jason is doing all the parenting as I lay on my death-bed. So I was a bit worried that he was going to wake me up and say "Can you help me?" Instead, I felt him place a fleece blanket over me, and make sure my toes were all covered and tucked in. I felt him kiss my forehead, and I smiled and allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep. I slept through the kids screaming, jumping on me (I vaguely remember 2 or more kids climbing over me as I napped) , and the general Chaos of the supper hour.

The next thing i heard was Jason whispering "I'm going now, sweedie" (He had plans to go for coffee with a friend) he had put the girls to bed, had cleaned up the kitchen, put the Roast-Remains in the fridge, and the dishwasher was gently whirring in the kitchen.

Ahhhhhhh....I felt so much better!!! I woke up and decided to have Oatmeal for supper, and when the sniffling returned, I took another Benadryl for dessert, and it quickly subsided.

Despite my pathetic state, I strapped on my running shoes, and did my 20 minutes of excercize. I really had to force myself, because on Saturday I had a depressing set-back. I weighed myself at my folk's place (I don't own a scale) and I had gained a pound! What the heck???? I was so mad! The children were around, so I internalized the cussing, and in my mind gave the proverbeal "bird" to the bathroom scale. HOW DARE IT GIVE ME BAD NEWS?? Who does it think it is???? I was on a roll! (no jokes please) I was determined, and commited. Then the scale and it's evil evil ways comes in and pees all over my confidence.

I went home very saddened. Yes...my Mother said things like "Don't let the scale dictate to you! Go by how you feel!" Jason reminded me that my clothes were fitting looser...."go by that" he said. Yes yes...all true. However, I was still miffed.

I only worked out for 15 minutes that night. Stupid scale.

Tonight I realized that to have proper revenge on the demonic scale, I had to work my tushie off dispite my sickness. So I did.

Take that, you rotten scale.


So now I'm preparing to go to bed early (Can you believe it?) So here I go. Right now.
Goodnight.