Day Sixty-Nine

The birthday cake that I thought I had missed when I was out of town was served at work today.  It looked good, in the store-bought cheap way.  It was some kind of chocolate with a speckled frosting and an Oreo cookie on top.  Of course, I didn't have any.  Some of my team members asked me about it as I left the room after congratulating the birthday person, and I said I was on day sixty-eight.  I was wrong--it's day sixty-nine.  Some of them had forgotten and some of them had not been aware.  I'm pretty used to missing out on things like this now, but, later in the day, as I passed the last three pieces sitting in an empty cubicle, one of them yelled out to me, "Just eat one."  

 Just eat one.  Just give this up.  You aren't losing weight, anyway.  What are you doing this for?

 Well, I found out yesterday that my coworker is dying.  I had my mammogram today.  I'm sure if I had been eating all the sugary things that have presented themselves to me since April 21, I would be fatter than I am now.  I wore a cute little skirt that I bought two summers ago, and it fit.

 I really need to get over this bronchitis, though, so I can work out.

 I woke up at 5:00 and felt pretty good, but, because I am letting my superego call the shots, I went back to bed.  I did sleep a little bit more, but felt worse when I woke up.  So, maybe I should have gone, but maybe not.  I am still coughing quite a bit--not heave-a-lung coughing, but still.  And, when I walk or do my abs, I start to feel and sound wheezy in my lungs.  I only have a few days left of the antibiotic.  I am not sure I am going to get fully better.  I don't think I belong in a pool, getting chilled, or beating up my lungs on a cardio machine.  I would like to try to go tomorrow, though.  

 Right now, I'm tired.  I got mild shin splints from my brief run on Monday.  I am more snotty in my sinuses than I've been during this whole illness.  I need to do my full abs--all nine things, because this is the ninth day that I've been adding one thing back in.  

 I made a new thing for dinner today, a recipe I saw on the Internet.  I got two-and-a-half "yay" votes from my family so far.  It was a ground beef-cauliflower-taco bake.  It had five kinds of cheese and meat, and five kinds of vegetables, if you count the seasonings.  It was pretty good.  It might stay in rotation.

 My husband says that I told him the other night about a dream I'd just had where I was going around trying to figure out how to sneak some cake at an event.  I don't remember any details of this dream, fortunately, but I guess my psyche is feeling pretty deprived.

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