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Monday, January 31, 2011

Day the 82nd Saturday 1/29/11

So very little to tell...suffice it to say that I had no access to a computer BECAUSE I WAS SICKER THAN A DOG WITH THE FLU.

It was "no bueno" once again. So easy to tell you all about what I ate and the exercise I got in.

The exercise consisted of shooing the cats off me when I did not need them lying on the pressure points on my legs. (Experiment: get a fairly heavy male cat to walk on the outside of your thigh when you are lying hurts...oh it hurts...) and going to the bathroom because I was drinking water as if I were being paid by the glassful.

Food? Well, I had not eaten on Thursday (because I felt so lousy) or on Friday (ditto) or on Saturday morning (third verse, same as the first...) but Saturday evening, I called in an order to Pei Wei Asian Diner and the next thing I knew, I was headed there to pick up edamame and Asian Chopped Chicken Salad (my favorite...yes, my favorite). I ate the edamame and about 1/3 of the salad and thought, "That's it! I'm not hungry now." Saved the rest for Sunday.

I'll post this afternoon for today, Monday, January 31, 2011. Let's just say that I'm okay, I'm at work (which I left early on Friday because I felt sooooooooooo bad), and I'm much, much better. Moral of the story: don't eat when you're sick. Don't let someone tell you how much you need protein, energy, whatever. Your body doesn't need to be wasting energy on digestion. If you live in a western nation, you probably are not at risk for not having enough protein. Let your body rest. Let it heal.

And...until I can announce "Woo hoo, found a new apartment," I am going to be reminding you on every post that I am looking for a new place to live and if you live in "my city" and you know of something reasonable that will take 2 cats and isn't in the worst part of town...let me know. Many thanks to Brandi K for her suggestion--which I will pursue. I mean, come on folks! Let's solve this one together!

Love you all a bunch,



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