I took the day off yesterday because I seem to have come down with a big honkin’ case of the “ugh”s.  I don’t feel actively sick, but I’m achy and fluey and everything looks gross…except fruit. And pasta.

Yesterday Will took the day off from his job to work on school stuff.  It’s the end of a term and he’s up to his eyeballs in projects and presentations and we have hit our trimesterly “I hate school! I just want to be done! School is stupid!” ness.  Because his work was for a grade, I let him use the office all day and spent the morning working from my laptop on the couch with West Wing on in the background.  I know.  It’s only the zillionth time I’ve watched it, but I was in the mood for some background noise.

And you know what? By 1:30 I was lying down on our couch and giving up all pretense of being able to get anything done.  I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening sleeping on and off on the couch (and eventually barfing in a magnificent display of “okay, so it turns out that the salisbury steak was a REALLY bad idea”).  Because I knew Will was planning on staying up super duper late I decided to just make camp on the couch for the night but by 11:30 I had had enough and crawled into bed and ohhh, the nice cool sheets and the dark quiet room and yeah baby, it was hawesome.  I woke back up at 5ish to “help” Will get ready to go into school early and then slept until 10:30.  So I spent nearly 24 hours in an achy, sleepy “I don’t feel sick but SERIOUSLY, the dull ache has got to go and WHY can’t I find a comfortable position for my head?”

Then today I went to the grocery store and TOTALLY over did it.

Usually I have a rule.  A non-breakable for my own sake rule.  A save myself from torture rule.  That rule?

“Stop shopping when the basket gets heavy.”  It is a rule that has served me well.  After all, if the basket it heavy in the store it will only feel HEAVIER when you’re halfway home and can’t find anywhere to stop and take a break.

But? I couldn’t help myself.  I loaded up.  And it’s all (pretty much) healthy.  I brought home a gallon of orange juice (low pulp, sorry Will!), a quart of chocolate milk, a 56 oz smart water, a tub of watermelon chunks, some light sour cream for ranch dip, a bag of romaine lettuce, some chicken strips (for lunch), a box of saltines, and a raspberry yogurt.

Wait. What? Yogurt? But you HATE yogurt!

Yeah, I do.  I have issues with foods that I do not have to chew but I know how good yogurt is supposed to be and I’m trying to get in the habit of being healthy before I have to be and it’s more of a struggle and I thought I would give yogurt another try.  I didn’t get the kind with fruit in it because it was expensive, but I DID get the kind without high fructose corn syrup (seriously Yoplait, doesn’t the high fructose corn syrup negate the healthiness of your product?).  I haven’t tried it yet for fear it will make me hurl, but it’s just waiting in the fridge.  Maybe if I approach it with a “I WILL like it this time, I WILL like it this time” I’ll have an easier go of it.

Also, it’s weird, but the only food I seem to enjoy lately is fruit.  When I was wandering around the Fred Meyer produce section all I wanted to do was fill a giant pool with all of the fruit (and, okay some veggies too) and take a bath in all of it.  There are some people who are smart about science and biology and they say that when your body craves a certain food it is because your body really needs something that the food contains.  Apparently I’m borderline scurvy because the fruit cravings are INTENSE.

I guess it’s good though: I mean if you’re going to have “I will punch you in the face if you get between me and that” kind of food cravings, having them be for something healthy and good for you can’t be a bad thing, can it?

I do hope that I feel better and more energetic tomorrow though.  I have a mountain of laundry begging to be washed, dried and folded.