I hate the term “under the weather?” What does that even mean? It sounds like I should be sitting out under a rain cloud like Eeyore… nekked and with no umbrella… there, now I’m totes “under the weather.” On the other hand, “over the weather” totally makes sense. I’ve been over the weather starting every January 1st until approximately July 1st. The term I’d use for the way I’ve been feeling today is… “Batten down the friggin fraggin hatches, Toto… we ain’t in Kansas anymore!” Turn that into a phrase, all 5 people who read this blog. We’ll take the world by STORM!
So, I feel like I’ve been thrashed to death by a tornado… some sort of bug or infection or something… complete with chills and goosebumps (wearing a sweatshirt and a Snuggie in 90-plus-degree weather), followed by the hot flash sweats… where I turn into a 60-year-old woman fanning herself with anything that fans and sitting in front of a desk fan for hours like I’m channeling one of them anorexic supermodels during a photoshoot. I’m assuming the chills followed by sweats is just the fever coming and then breaking. Then, I feel like I’ve been run over by a Mack truck and thrown into a biker bar sporting a Hello Kitty tattoo. All rundown and achy and headachey. Of course, I still worked my hours at my job… I’m that effective with 0/3 of a brain on board. There should be a law that we can’t get sick in the summer. A LAW, I tell you. I had such big plans for tonight. I had my food menu all planned out… and my dinners were portioned in individual tupperwares in the frig. I was planning on getting another 10 to 12 miles in on the bike tonight… and most importantly, I was planning to go to the opening of the new movie, The Help.
Instead, I barricaded myself on the couch wearing a sweatshirt with the hood pulled down to my chin, wrapped up in a Snuggie, dozing off whilst watching “Minute to Win It.” Not exactly my idea of a productive evening. And since I was feeling all garbagey, I didn’t eat any of the foods on my planned out menu because they didn’t sound goood in my foggy brain. What did I eat instead? CRAP! Snacky foody crap. This under the weather crapola is major inconvenient. Why couldn’t it just happen when you don’t want to attend a friend’s wedding… so, you have a legitimate excuse. I was battening down the frigging fragging hatches, Toto… we ain’t in Kansas anymore!!
Question of the Day: Do you usually eat more or less when you are “under the weather?”