I have the metabolism of a slug. An obese slug.

I was sick all weekend. I was in bed all weekend. I drank water. I ate toast, saltine crackers and soup. I gained a pound. This seems exceedingly unfair as I did not eat anything other than the above mentioned foods. I did drink sprite twice. I did have hot tea with honey and BOY does honey have calories. I guess I'd never read the label on honey before this weekend. I mean it makes sense that it is high in calories as it is, in fact, straight sugar. I think it is a victory and proof that I am a new person that even when sick, I checked the label on the damn stuff. And I recorded my calories. And I gained a pound. Whatever.

My throat was so sore. My nose was so runny. My cough was so...coughy? And today I am at work trying to see patients with no voice. I sound worse than most of them do, but my NP is on vacation and I have no back up. Such is the life of a solo FP. I am not running fever any more so I am not putting them in jeopardy. I am just tired and well...still sick. So I'm going home to nap. And me and my non-existent metabolism are going to have yet more chicken noodle soup, the healthier, low sodium kind. So I can come back to work and finish my day.

So what do you do when you're sick? Do you eat steamed veggies and salad? Because frankly I can't stomach even the thought of vegetables right now. I. Just. Can't. And my weekend workout plans, out the door. I didn't work out this morning either, although I felt like it after my shower. I feel guilty because I haven't worked out in 3 days. I really wanted to go for a long run on Sunday. Had it all planned. You know what they say about the best laid plans? But, alas, I am still human. I am not a diet and exercise automaton, although there are plenty of times I wish I was.