Much Better...

I don't feel anywhere near as crappy today. Yay! My nose is kind of stuffed, but no headache, no upset tummy (yet, anyway, although I just took my newly-increased dosage of Zoloft a minute ago), etc. Good thing, too, because last night was awful!

I was kind of feeling yucky at the pool for the first few minutes, but then I felt way better for the rest of the time there. I felt very tired as we were leaving, though, and kind of yucky on the way home, but not too bad. But then, about 2 in the morning (I think...it might have been earlier), I had to get up and put some cream on, and as I was standing at the bathroom counter, I felt absolutely horrible. I felt so weak, and hot, and I started sweating a lot (wait...girls don't sweat...I was "sparkling." A lot.), and when I made it back to the bed I had to prop my head up because my stomach felt really sick. But laying still seemed to help, and I fell back to sleep. I woke up again at 4-something, and decided to get the bottle of Gatorade that my husband had put in my Christmas stocking, because that often helps when I feel weak and sick. So I thought, "perfect!" And I didn't know if I'd still feel awful when I stood up or not, so I mentally prepared myself for the long (okay, it's not that long) trek to the fridge.

It was gone. :o\ 

G is with juice like I am with chocolate. Nothing is safe. Luckily, I didn't feel so awful anymore by then. I was mad, though. He always drinks my juice. >:o(   I'm very hard done by, you know. ♪♫"Nobody knows the troubles I've seen, Nobody knows my sorrow!"♪♫ (Imagine that in a caterwauling voice). I'm done now. I need to get one of those small fridges, put a lock on it, and keep any juice I know I might want in there. Then maybe I'll get to drink some once in awhile. What!? He hides his chocolate from me!

Anyway, we went swimming for an hour last night, so I counted it as 400 calories earned. It worked out swimmingly. Hee.

Today, I've just gone for my walk around the block, which I counted as 120 calories, because that's about what it's been the last two times while wearing my heart-rate monitor. I still need more exercise for today, especially since we're going out to eat tonight. Mexican. My friend Shyla asked me if I wanted to go for coffee, but I suggested dinner instead because I have to go out for that anyway.