Back to the Grind

Last week I was thrown a curveball, I had the weirdest sickness ever. I’ve had it once before, but it was worse and was done in two days. This wasn’t fun, and while wasn’t as intense, it was like seven days long.

What was it?

It was muscle aches, like when you have the flu, only that’s it. No flu symptoms. No runny nose. No coughing. Just aches. Well and then I found out I had acid reflux last Monday, so I’m not sure if my sore throat was from my weird illness or from the AR .

TMI, I know.

But I’m saying all this because it knocked me on my butt and I just had to take a step back and do things a thing at a time. Housework didn’t get done, exercise wasn’t happening (although since joining Weight Watchers, I haven’t worked out as much as I want to/should), I didn’t see anybody and I was just a zombie. Five days. It started to get better on Saturday, but symptoms were still there. And then yesterday, it wasn’t good in the morning but as the day progressed I felt better.

Seven days!


So after seven days, I honestly forgot what it felt like to be “normal.” (Well, I’ve been dealing with these stupid AR symptoms worse than I ever had before for the last few weeks, so I have really forgot what normal feels like.)

Isn’t it crazy what your mind does when you’re sick?

All the hullabaloo and stress I had before I got hit with the muscle aches went away. All I focused on was how I felt and what I had to do that moment. I didn’t really stress about the next day because I was just focused on what I had to do that particular day.

Now I’m feeling okay, knock on wood and fingers crossed, and I’m already stressing about the weekend and all the to-dos. Why is it so hard to just take things a step at a time? Why does it feel as though there are so many tasks in a day and it’s hard to accomplish them?

I’ll be turning 25 soon. Maybe this is a quarter-life crisis because my life has changed and I’m still adjusting to being an adult. Can’t I have the freedom and perks of adolescence, minus…well….everything else about adolescence? I’d never go back there. But if there was a good thing about it, it was not having as many responsibilities.

I have this fear I will forget to do something. Forget about someone. Forget period.

When in reality, I never do. I set 10 thousand alarms in my phone for myself. I put a dry erase and cork board on the fridge for notes. I bought a planner calendar with stickers. Half of my bills are set up on automatic bill pay. What am I so worried about? I don’t know. I’m a planner. I like plans. So back to the grind. Maybe before turning 25, I’ll figure out how to relax. That would be a good present to myself. Relaxation.

Food hates me.

I’ve been thinking of this for awhile, so I’m just venting. Here goes.

As I get older, I am coming to the realization that food hates me. Or maybe I hate food. Not me, but my body.

Let’s rewind for a second.

When I started college, August 2005, I broke out in all of the hives. So I had to have one of those super fun allergy tests to see what it could have been. It turned out I was allergic to everything outside, then two foods. Peanuts and potatoes. The peanut allergy is minor, but because it’s a peanut allergy I just avoid it when I can.

Then potatoes.

I grew up on potatoes. My whole life I would feel blah after eating but just assumed it was normal. Turned out a chunk of that “blah” feeling was potatoes.

I’ve since cut them out of my diet. Oh, the look I get from people when I tell them that.  But you would be surprised what you could go without.

Then over the last few years through all of the stupid diets I’ve done, I’ve learned there are other foods that bother me or make me feel blah. Really, it’s a lot of foods. But over the last few years I have finally cut most of the soda out of my life and some other things. Trust me though, I’m no health fit guru.

But anyway, I’ve just had to make changes to try to lose weight or because they make me not feel well.

Now there’s more to add to the list!

Two Saturdays ago we went out and I had a taco and rice for dinner, then later on had a few glasses of wine. I got this feeling in my chest, not a tightness but an aching feeling and it just stayed. So a week later, this last Monday I wasn’t sure what it was, and was able to squeeze into my doctor’s office.

What could it be?

Acid reflux.

“Ah, that makes sense.” I said.

So now what? I need to make MORE changes to help get this together.


I’m tired of making changes. Hence, food hates me.

Cooking Adventures: WW Cheesy Chicken Enchiladas

I am no cook. Really. My timing is horrible and it stresses me out. But I will say, I’ve been giving it a shot lately. Here’s a brief recap of one of the things I’ve made so far. I’m falling asleep, so I’ll do the others another night.

WW Cheesy Chicken Enchiladas

This is really good! Although it calls for olives and scallions, neither of which my boyfriend or I like. So we skipped out on those. It felt like it had taken me forever to get the chicken chopped  and cooked. I also skipped a step somewhere, as usual. But all in all these were easy to make. I feel they didn’t have as much to fill them on the inside and I had slightly overcooked them because the tortillas were really hard. Had it not been a WW recipe and I was counting points, I probably would have thrown in a little more so there was more cheese. But honestly, I was okay with it the way it was.

For my side dish I had grabbed a bag of baked tortilla chips and salsa. There aren’t any points really in salsa, so that was a pleasant surprise! There weren’t too many either in the chips. Great dinner!