I've really been trying to fight this bug I have with all I've got by pretty much ignoring it and doing what needs to be done. I've even tried to get a little walking in, mainly because of a challenge I'm in on MFP. However yesterday when I walked any distance at all I found myself out of breath and a tightness in my chest. Hence, time to head to the doctor. I called when the office opened and was able to get a 10:00 appointment. I'm now taking an antibiotic and the doc says I should feel better in a few days. I sure hope so or my plan is to spend the weekend in bed. I'm so worn out, I may do that anyway.
I guess it's a natural reaction when you aren't feeling well to find some comfort or a diversion in something else ... but why is it that the majority of time that something else happens to be food. When lunch rolled around and I didn't have anything in the office to eat, I knew I be heading out into the cold, damp streets in search of comfort. A cold crisp salad wouldn't cut it and neither would a sandwich ... I wanted something warm and coating. Why is that? Macaroni and Cheese, Mashed Potatoes, Homemade Noodles ... that all sounded so soothing. Good thing I couldn't get any of those things within walking distance. I ended up with chili which wasn't too bad of a choice, but I found myself wanting more. Several times during the afternoon, thoughts turned to munching ... I guess it was a diversion mechanism and one that I thought would make me feel better. I also knew that was dangerous and I fought it off.
Dinner wasn't very exciting or comforting, just nourishing so I found my comfort in the evening lying on the couch, dozing through the premieres that I had looked forward to watching. I just keep telling myself ... it's going to get better.