sitting in my third and last class of the day, my nose was that annoying combination of runny and stuffed, and i contemplated whether or not i would be well enough to go to the gym tonight. i'd planned on swimming, doing the machines, and going to Katie's yoga class as well. but as my headache intensified and i wiped my reddened nose, i decided maybe i'd just go for yoga. arriving back at The342, all i wanted to do was crawl into bed. i would skip the gym altogether for the sake of wellness, hoping for a speedy recovery so i could hit the gym tomorrow. i decided i'd make dinner and hit the bed early.
guacemole was the goal. the avocado was bad. i wanted hummus... but my food processor is broken. and thus, neither would even fresh salsa loan itself as an option for my dining experience. ah, perhaps i'll try making a sweet potato... but scary growths had created themselves on the skin, and when i cut it open it just looked untrustworthy (granted, i'd known they were going old for a while... so i didn't have much hope by the time i turned the potato route).
quiet, frustrated sadness is walled behind a feverish brow and aching sinuses.
sometimes i guess roadblocks get in our way... and tonight, my goal is to breathe, refocus, keep calm and carry on.
edit: just a few hours later, i'm already feeling better. my superstar bestie/roomie stopped at the store and got an avocado for me, and now i'm nommin on guacemole with carrots, broccoli, and some chippies, too. it's sweet and spicy and so delish:) i also made myself some yummy eggs to hold myself over til she came home. life is good.
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