The week that was...

Monday...
At work, started feeling this little tickle deep in my chest and throat. A cold. I could feel it coming on and getting worse by the minute. By the time I got home I was feeling like crap.

Tuesday...
Woke up. Immediately called work to tell them I would not be in. My chest was tight, congested and my nose was stuffed up. I felt exhausted. Needed sleep. Ate like crap and didn't care. Didn't work out either. Just plain sick.

Wednesday...
Woke up. Immediately called work to tell them I would not be in. Again, too sick. Coughing, hacking, congested and crappy. Totally exhausted. Slept most of the day. Ate like crap. Didn't work out. Felt bad that I was letting all my hard work at losing weight go to hell in a hand basket.

Thursday...
Woke up. Went to work. Sat sniffling through one meeting. Coughing, hacking. Oh, goody! Weigh in day at our Weight Watchers at Work meeting. Scale said I gained 8 pounds!! Nearly had a heart attack. Thank god that scale was wrong. It said everyone gained a ton of weight. The meeting leader brought the wrong scale. Whew! Came home early from work. Still sick. Managed to rally later in the evening for a short work out. Couldn't breathe. Needed sleep.

Friday...
Woke up. Went to work. Coughed my way through a morning meeting. Came home. Coughed for the rest of the day. Ate well. Healthier. Felt good about that. Still exhausted. Still need sleep. Supposed to go to my sister's for dinner. Called her and cancelled. Maybe Saturday will be better...

I'm awake already!

I don't know what got into me last night but at about 2am I woke up. And when I say 'I woke up' I mean...I WOKE UP! I was wide awake for no reason at all. No amount of tossing or turning or willing myself back to sleep would do it. I got up and watched a couple of old Dick Van Dyke reruns. At 3:30am I realized I had to try to get some sleep. I think it was about 4am when I finally did.

I get up at 5:30am on workdays but I swear I never heard the alarm go off. I know it did though because I had somehow moved it from where it usually sits. Probably swatted it out of place hitting the snooze button. Alex called me at about ten to 7 and I was so sleepy I thought he was calling me in the middle of the night! I had to hit the ground running when I realized that I was now going to be late for work.

No amount of coffee in the world can clear my brain of this fog I'm in. I can't think straight I'm so tired. It's weird how I just woke up like that. I'm not particularly stressed about anything. I don't do caffeine after noon. I can usually sleep whenever I want. There's nothing pressing on my mind lately. So, I don't know what the heck caused it. Right now I feel like if I just laid my head on my desk they'd probably find me here tomorrow in a puddle of my own sleep drool.

I might have to call in a favor from my boss and go home and take a nap!