Not a bad weekend
My weekend started out pretty darn poor. On Wednesday (which is my “Friday,” so to speak) I had to stop and get some gas, and while I was filling up the tank I thought that it might be time to introduce something a little more solid to my diet. Truth be told, I was just hungry, and I was fed up with soft foods. So, figuring I could handle it, I went in and bought a hotdog. No bun, mind you. Just the dog with a little ketchup on it. I started eating it while driving home, making sure to chew chew chew it up good, but halfway through eating it a surging sensation in my throat told me that I’d made a horrible mistake. About two seconds later I started vomiting. Luckily (if there is any luck to be had in this tale of woe) I was able to grab the container the hotdog came in to catch the vomit. I continued to do that pretty much the entire drive home. Suffice it to say, I was sick.
For the next two days I couldn’t eat anything thicker than juice and broth. If I tried I just ended up throwing it back up. I was miserable and frustrated and angry. And then, to add insult to injury, on Friday I got on the scales and saw that I’d only lost a single pound since my last weigh-in the week before. You’d think after all that sickness that I’d have dropped at least a few pounds, but no. So, on top of my anger and frustration, I was also depressed. Poo.
Fortunately, Saturday morning my stomach felt a lot better, and I was actually able to keep some yogurt down. Which was good, because I needed my strength since my wife wanted to take some of our dogs and go for a hike at Dinosaur Park in Glen Rose. Now, you should know this by now because I am such a fat slob, but I am not a hiker. That isn’t what I do. I’ll play a video game about hiking, and I’ll watch a TV show about it, but I don’t do it myself. It’s much too… physical. Ick. But, I also knew it was something Krista really wanted to do, and it wasn’t like I had a valid reason for not wanting to get some exercise in, so I put my natural aversion to sweating and the outdoors aside and went to it with as chipper an attitude as I could. To my astonishment, I had a great time. The hiking trail wasn’t too hard to get through (though I did slip once and skin my left leg a bit), and by the time we were done I felt refreshed and invigorated. I actually want to go and do it again. Krista also had a good time, and the dogs were so wiped out that they slept during the whole drive home.
And now, Monday, I’m feeling pretty much back to normal. I still have a little bit of a digestive issue, but it’s manageable, and I’ll spare you the gory details. Today I’m going to be sending off two short stories for different contests (cross your fingers for me), and I’m going to continue working on my novels. The weekend started off shaky, but it ended up being a good one. Thank goodness, ’cause I needed it. Now on to Comic-Con in a few weeks!
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