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I have a rotten cold.

I wonder if there has ever been anything other than a rotten, lousy or miserable cold? Perhaps a fantastic or wonderful cold?

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Anyway, I have one and it’s a mean fucker. The coughing isn’t so bad, yet. The stuffy head, nose and chest has me moving slowly unable to stay on task. Lizz isn’t fairing much better. Since beginning to go to program there has been nothing but people showing up with germs they want to share by sitting next to you , shoulder to shoulder, turning to stare at you and cough dead in your face. I have, probably, consumed seventeen cups of strong tea since eight am this morning.

I’m exaggerating some with the estimate if seventeen, but I’m peeing like crazy though from all the tea. I’m staying home today. Sure, I’ve listened to music, played some Sims and am still in my jammies…but that means nothing. I called out from “The Back of the Vegetable Drawer” because that’s what they ask us to do so as to not spread illness…plus I want to clean the bathroom…

Ok, fine. It’s because I want to goof off.

Avoidance Tactics Я Me

January has not been my best month. In fact, honestly, January has been my worst month, food-wise, ever since beginning this walk two years ago. I have eaten refined sugars just about every day. One or two days off from eating badly have not counted because any good it did washed away quickly. I’m sure that the reason I caught this cold, after months of being around people with the flu at group, is because I wore my system down eating crap. Thankfully my band really helped. My appetite was a quarter what it was pre-banding. As one noted blogger responded to my admission: “Own it“. I’m owning it, in fact, I’m putting personalized plates on that fucker.

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So. Since I’ve seen others log their food, I’m going to give it a whirl again. The worst that will happen is I will no longer be eating in automatic mode. The fact that I have had another med adjustment with the Risperdol being tripled calls for me to not eat automatically as atypical antipsychotics are notorious for increasing appetite. I need to keep an eye on that issue.

No, I won’t posting my food journal. It isn’t to get me in trouble it is to get me out of trouble. I’m not trying to “tell on myself“, I’m trying to be accountable to myself. It’s been successful for others so there’s no reason it won’t be successful for me. I’ve always hated that saying, “I’m telling on myself” because, really, is that gonna’ stop you? It reminds me of the saying “It’s easier to get forgiveness than permission.” which is annoying and manipulative.

Listen, I’m going to go take a nap. I got shit to do when I wake up…like get a notebook for a food journal…oh and clean the bathroom…almost forgot.