Let Thy Food Be Thy Medicine

And here we are again.

Consider this your official invitation to my pity party.

Let’s get started. Exhibit A: I was off work on Monday for the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday. It was the last day of a 3-day weekend. I had big plans like removing the last piece of tinsel and candles from the Christmas season. And major cleaning. And blog posting and picture taking/editing, which are some of my favorite things to do. I even had my bags all packed for morning CrossFit class which I was THRILLED to finally be ready to join back in the land of the heavy-lifting-and-living. But around midnight, I had that good ol’ familiar feeling of oppression sitting right on my head and chest.

I made it through the day after zero..ZERO hours of sleep. Just snippets of taunting snoozing. I couldn’t breathe and every position I laid my head only made the pressure worse. I obviously didn’t try to do any CrossFit moves since I had a few rounds of dozing and sweating that I suspected might be fever.

The verdict:

1. Sinus infection –“your sinus cavities are so full, I can see it in your face”
2. Double ear infection—“your balance is bad, isn’t it?”
3. Strep throat—“I’m looking at a strep infection on that throat..a doozy of one”

And the sad part is, no Wendy’s Frosty which is my favorite treat for sore throats. I’m on day 15 of this Whole30 dang it, and I’m not giving up now.

For breakfast, I went with my hot coffee and pieces of my first Lara bar that I let melt into goo so I could swallow it. Food hurts and I didn’t have the energy to walk to the school teacher lounge to warm up my soup. I ate peaches. Lots of cold peaches, a LOT of water, some almond butter, and half a Kombucha. I know this isn’t an ideal day. If this were my first Whole30, I would consider starting over. One of the basic rules is IF you fall off the wagon, you need to start over. I didn’t eat anything on the no-no list, but my meals were not balanced with protein and fat.

Tomorrow will be better..