So I've been planning for a long time that my next blog would be about how I didn't realize there were people in the world who DIDN'T think Huey Lewis was cool when I was a kid. But that'll just have to wait. Why? Because I want to talk about being sick. Thrilling prospect for a good blog, right? Right! Why? Because if it's one thing geeks are NOT well known for, it's their health prowess. We're well known for sitting on our butts for marathon viewing sessions of Star Wars or MST3K or whatever, and eating anything and everything in sight. Preferably whatever can be delivered. But this my friends, this has changed me. And I mean it this time, I swear.
Like every good Bridget Jones wannabe, about this time of year I start coming up with completely unfulfillable new year's resolutions regarding weight loss and health ideas and exercise and what not. And I was once an athlete of a kind, have run several half marathons and one full, and really enjoy the outdoors and various outdoorsy endeavors like climbing and hiking. So it's easy for me to lie to myself, because I once was very fit and active. So I always think, I did it once, I can get back there again.
Last year, I started an hour-long walk a day endeavor that came screeching to a halt in February when I threw my back out. FAIL. In years past, I've been to the brink of Billy Blank's inspired madness and back again, actually managing to get somewhat svelte.
But this year, THIS YEAR will be different. No longer do I crave my 18 year-old physique. No. This year, I want good health. As I type, I have been sick as a dog for going on 5 days now. As to the cause, it's a total mystery. But I will say that I went to my mother's firetrap...I mean home for the holidays and had a wacky crazy allergy attack. I have been on a downhill trip into a fevered delirium of whatever this is. Likely the flu. Or an allergy inspired sinus infection. Who knows? Poor Jake has been to Walgreens so many times in the past few days. As Norm was to Cheers, so Jake is to the Walgreens.
I am, in fact, so desperate that I am going to try nasal irrigation this very hour. Using a bulbous plastic thingie, I shall attempt to squirt salt water into my nose. On purpose. Many times. And after whatever this is has come and gone, you will see a new me. Because I don't want to have to do this ever again. (Yes, I realize I may not be able to prevent all illnesses, but I can certainly do my very very best to prevent this crusty-nosed, cold-chilled, clammy handed fiend upon me. And at least then I will be able to say, "Well, it certainly couldn't have been helped. I'm as healthy as a horse.")
I vow to take a multi-vitamin every day. To drink shockingly high amounts of water. To do my gentle yoga and pilates like a good girl, instead of jarring my joints with marathon runs...oh how I miss the days when I could run (plod) for literally hours. But there's no sense mourning the past. I shall be a health nut. I shall return to the days of spinach salad and soy milk and whole wheat pasta. I will cook healthy meals for myself and my husband. I will refuse all the free goodies that mysteriously and magnetically float my way.
And knowing me, I will go too far initially. I will likely go to Bob Wiley lengths to stay healthy, then I will probably relapse, then I will find a happy healthy medium that will be at least 10 to 50% healthier than I treat myself now. (It's just the way I do things.)
Because when you're this sick, ALL you want is your health. You can't do anything without your health. You can write, you can't enjoy your favorite episodes of Trek, (As I have been sleeping through them all the past couple of days.) and you can't even taste anything. Where's the fun in that?
I've been sickly all my life, and it's time to find out if that's because I'm just a Fuller who can't help but be puny, or if I'm actually partially responsible for what ails me. Either way, this sick geek is going to try to transform herself into a health nut in the year 2009.