And it’s technically not over yet. Things always get a little rough when someone is sick. Currently that someone is my 4 year old daughter. She was somehow infected with some sort of stomach bug and has been sick since 2 am Sunday. Since then I have cleaned up way more bodily fluid than I ever hoped was possible. Gross. I know. I’m sorry. But it’s life. Yesterday was ok, but long. I still went for a run last night (shorter than normal because honestly I was tired from my workout the night before). I ended up sleeping on the futon in downstairs so that I was closer to the munchkin, and boy was I glad I chose to do that. It beat having to go up and down the stairs over and over again! Thankfully the hubby was able to take the other two to school so that E and I could sleep. I think I slept until 11 am. I also took a nap. But that’s not even the true point here. Today was hard because I am emotionally and physically drained. I don’t want to think about anything, I don’t want to do anything. My hubby asked if we were going to do the Mudder training again tonight and I all but laughed. Um…no.
Eating was hard today. I am on Day 18 today and all I wanted was comfort food. Something loaded with gooey cheese, or something deep fried with frosting and sprinkles. I’m not usually a huge donut fan, but I would have had several today if they were in front of me. I really struggled. I didn’t want lettuce, I didn’t want light crispy veggies. I wanted chili with beans and cheese and sour cream with cornbread. I wanted spaghetti. Well, you name it and I wanted it. It was so hard to climb out of my funk. Thankfully I was with it enough to tell my hubby no to bringing home pizza. I for sure would not have been able to pass it up. So I had a handful of cashews and a clementine so that I was ravenous while figuring out my dinner. I sat in the living room until I came up with a plan for something to eat. I ended up making the closest thing I have come to so far on this whole30 journey to a comfort food. It’s difficult, because food isn’t supposed to be where I find my comfort. But I made something that I knew I would like, something that I knew would have a “soothing” effect on me. And it worked. It tasted good, it was healthy, it was on plan, and I feel satisfied. I know had I given in I would have felt horrible. It just wouldn’t be worth it to give in at this point. I’m over halfway done.
I am hoping this is just due to circumstances, and that I am not going to start craving foods I can live without. The cravings were so strong today that I could almost taste them. I am planning on early bed tonight and hoping that tomorrow is just way better than today. I know it could always be worse, so I am just praying the other two children stay healthy as well as us parents. One sick kid is too much as it is.
