Good Day!

I woke up feeling great this morning, which is saying something since I was in bed dying all day yesterday.  I got up for tiny bits at a time, but pretty much from the time the kids left at 9am until this morning, I was in bed.  I keep waiting for the bottom to fall out on the feel good and I am taking it slow, but so far, so good.  I still have a bit of a sneeze and sniffles, but no more headache, no more extreme fatigue and no more earaches. 

I ate a good bit of oatmeal for breakfast, two servings, actually.  It is keeping me nice and full.  I'd forgotten how well it sticks to ones ribs.  I put in a  half hour on the recumbent bike.  Found I wasn't sweating much at my target zone, so I upped the price of poker a bit and kept my heart rate at 140-150, which definitely gave me a nice sheen.  I felt even better after I exercised than I did before.  I can breathe.  I can expand my lungs and not feel asthmatic.  I have energy.  This is such a blessing. It is amazing how much we take our health for granted until we don't have it any more.

Now, today, I feel amazing.  Like I can do anything at all. 

I think I lost weight while I was sick, but I am hesitant to weigh myself, not because I am afraid of what I might see but because I am having severe misgivings about even having a scale, much less letting it dictate my mood, which it sometimes does.  I want to be healthy and part of being healthy means taking off this excess weight, which is not completely dictated by a scale.  Still, a person is not going to be lean, strong and healthy while weighing as much as I do, so the numbers on the scale actually do mean something.

I know, Sherry, I know!  I'm going right now!

(But I already ate today and didn't poop it out yet!!!)

(OK, OK, I'm going!!)

Not so bad.  Three pounds down from my heaviest (in my life), which was about a week and a half ago, so that's good.  I'll take it.  One day at a time, right?

I'm off to wrap presents and take inventory.

Hope you all have a safe and happy holiday season!

:)