I won't bore you with the details, but the man cold jumped ship to the wife. So I've been spending my mornings trying to furiously work for a few hours so that I can spend my afternoons coughing up a lung while trying to nap. Oh, and binge watching Grey's Anatomy via Netflix.
None of this has to do with losing weight, eating better or anything. Other than all I want to do is drink ginger ale because the carbonation seems to soothe my sore throat. I can't walk up the stairs without huffing, puffing and depositing my lung on the fifth stair. And my idea of working out is how my abs tighten when I cough.
So, the gym is a no go currently.
And healthy eating? Well lets just say that cooking has been Pete's job. And Monday night he served up "Hotdog and Baked Bean Lasagna with Pepper Jack Cheese and Spicy BBQ Sauce.
Why are you laughing? I'm dead serious. He sandwiched all that in between lasagna noodles. He was proud and I ate it. 2 nights in a row.
Yesterday seemed to be a corner in the illness front. My chest loosened up and it's not a dry hacking cough, it's productive (as my doctor says). And my head seems to be decongesting as well, as evidenced by the amount of lotion tissues I've used this morning.
And I actually don't mind "cooking" because I took out 1/2 pound of lean ground lamb that I'm going to mix with i diced potato, a couple of carrots, some peas and stock to make a shepard (but not Derek Shepard. See what I did there?) pie, minus the mashed tators on top. Or maybe I'll use the sweet potato in the mixture and microwave the white potato and make fast mashed tators for Pete...
Anyway, I hope to be back at it by Monday.