An all-American suburban mother's fight with the battle of the bulge. Come support, sympathize, criticize and voyeur along with me as I detail daily my Emotion, Food, Activity and life amongst the rest of the squirrels just trying to get a nut. Come take the journey along with me.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Welcome to eFAT-Blog. This is a site where you can find the journey of an American suburban working mother of 5 children's journey to a healthy lifestyle.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
so i woke up friday a.m. feeling like complete hell. but it was friday. I figured i could get through the day and save any kind of sick leave for when i really needed it. you know, like when Nan or the wees get sick. I'm only allowed to get sick on the weekend and on holidays. so i get dressed, take some tylenol because my head is just aching. drink my grapefruit juice and pour my coffee to go. Just like everymorning. On the way to work I start getting that cold sweat feeling like I'm going to puke. I know by the time I hit the Seattle city limits, there's no way I'm going to make it through the day. But I need my work lappie and a few files to work on my normal telework day on Monday. Besides I need to leave word with everyone that I'm ill. I can feel my intestines just beginning to have a complete revolt inside of me by the time I pass through the guards at the gate. there was a bridal shower we were throwing for one of the gals at the office and I was to bring plates, chips and dip. Which is in my car. So I carry that up there; drop it off at Kate's desk, mark me out sick on the white board; send email to everyone and undock my lappie. through sheer will power I make it out the door and to the parking lot again without an incident. I'm swallowing my own spit all the way to the car. At the car, I urp a little -- although no less than a dozen people see me. I finish, create a 'puke bag' out of grocery saks I was taking to the market to recycle and head home.i walk through the door and begin to puke again. finish. literally tear off my clothes and collapse in bed. That was 7:30 a.m. yesterday. I'm not completely of the living, but i don't feel dizzy everytime i stand up. yikes.So how do you all decide it's a real 'take a sick day' or tough it out?
so as far as my eating and activity -- it's both nil on both sides.
as far as my mood. nauseated as hell.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
so i woke up friday a.m. feeling like complete hell. but it was friday. I figured i could get through the day and save any kind of sick leave for when i really needed it. you know, like when Nan or the wees get sick. I'm only allowed to get sick on the weekend and on holidays. so i get dressed, take some tylenol because my head is just aching. drink my grapefruit juice and pour my coffee to go. Just like everymorning. On the way to work I start getting that cold sweat feeling like I'm going to puke. I know by the time I hit the Seattle city limits, there's no way I'm going to make it through the day. But I need my work lappie and a few files to work on my normal telework day on Monday. Besides I need to leave word with everyone that I'm ill. I can feel my intestines just beginning to have a complete revolt inside of me by the time I pass through the guards at the gate. there was a bridal shower we were throwing for one of the gals at the office and I was to bring plates, chips and dip. Which is in my car. So I carry that up there; drop it off at Kate's desk, mark me out sick on the white board; send email to everyone and undock my lappie. through sheer will power I make it out the door and to the parking lot again without an incident. I'm swallowing my own spit all the way to the car. At the car, I urp a little -- although no less than a dozen people see me. I finish, create a 'puke bag' out of grocery saks I was taking to the market to recycle and head home.i walk through the door and begin to puke again. finish. literally tear off my clothes and collapse in bed. That was 7:30 a.m. yesterday. I'm not completely of the living, but i don't feel dizzy everytime i stand up. yikes.So how do you all decide it's a real 'take a sick day' or tough it out?
so as far as my eating and activity -- it's both nil on both sides.
as far as my mood. nauseated as hell.
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