Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Sick.

Sick
by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue -
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke -
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is -
what? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is ... Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Just a good excuse for a Shel Silverstein poem, and my favorite one at that. But really, I am a bit sick. Brandon got sick two weekends ago while we were in Dallas and passed it along. Just a cold, but a really annoying one. And it's caused me to realize something I never knew before: I thought I could not want to work out less than I did when I first started, but I was wrong. Right NOW I want to work out less than ever before. Trying to exercise when you are sick is pointless stupid. When I can't tell if my muscles are aching due to planking or having the flu I think it's best to just pack it up and chill for a few days. OF COURSE this would be the week that I am doing my ActiveLink assessment.

ActiveLink is a part of WW that you pay $5 more a month for and it makes all the guess-work about how many activity points you've earned go away. It's a monitor that you wear attached to your clothes or on a necklace or belt and it reads your movement... not just your steps like a pedometer, but your movement up and down, front and back and side to side. So basically all the activity I do all day, it is measuring. Anything that I do beyond my base line (determined by my age, weight and gender) earn me activity points that I can swap for extra food while still staying on track with my weight loss goal. Whoo-hoo! Too bad this week of sickness is going to make me look like a sedentary slob... which, let's face it, isn't too far from the truth. If anything, this is a blessing that will ease me into my 12-week activity challenge once my assessment is finished.

On a slightly different subject, I am calling it right now: I will be under 170 pounds at my next weigh-in. I WILL have lost a total of 10+ pounds. How can I be so sure? Because I got dressed yesterday and was shocked to see that it looked like a layer of tummy had vanished.

*jaw drop*

Fur-rill. I know it didn't happen overnight and that in actuality I've been losing it little by little by little over the past 5 weeks, but I just LOVE those moments when I see what others are seeing. And if I feel like I look good when losing 9.8 pounds, just THINK how ecstatic I'm going to be when I've lost all 50! EEEEEEK :D

But I've got to stop being sick. Even if today was Saturday, I would not go out to play. Or work out. Or do anything. I had to go to Target yesterday, because as I told Wendi, when you're out of milk, bread and medicine, you have no choice but to shop. Now all I want to do is sleep. So don't judge me if you stop by my house and find us in the middle of a Toy Story marathon all in our pj's. It's that kind of week.

Sick

  by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16480#sthash.JZhePFbH.dpuf

Sick

  by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16480#sthash.JZhePFbH.dpuf

Sick

  by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16480#sthash.JZhePFbH.dpuf

Sick

  by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16480#sthash.JZhePFbH.dpuf

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