Sick sucks. Sick is so very un-sexy.
I used to get sick all the time. Before. 30 kilos ago. There wasn’t a month that went by without me taking at least one sick day off work either laying in bed with the remote control, barfing or coughing. Very un-sexy.
I remember one winter I got a horrible flu and I couldn’t shake it. It hung around for weeks while I coughed and blew. Eww. I caught every bug that went around. I never missed one.
When I started exercising regularly I still got sick. For a while. The flu would interrupt my attempts at trying to lose weight and exercise. It was a bugger for a while. But somewhere along the line, the sick thing sort of subsided and went away.
So I haven’t had a flu for several years and can’t remember the last time I took a day off work because of a flu or being sick.
That’s why it’s so surprising that this weekend I have found myself feeling a little poorly with a sore froat, headache and low energy. Good excuse to watch telly all day on the lounge. And we had a whole weekend planned too, which has gone down the toilet. And no doubt by tomorrow, Monday, I will be back at work hard at it feeling ripped off because I’ve been poorly all weekend.
The best thing for sore froats I’ve ever found is to gargle a few times a day with warm, salty water. It does the trick, I promise you. But also very un-sexy.
There’s nothing sexy about being sick. So thank goodness it doesn’t happen very often.