Cheese Needed...

...because I have plenty of whine.

I think that as soon as I get sick, I turn into a big baby.  It's ridiculous.  I'm 27 years old.  I've been sick before.  I can handle it - yet as soon as my throat starts to hurt or I cough even a teensy tiny bit, I call my mom and whine to anyone and everyone.

Pathetic.

And because this is my blog, I'll whine here, too.  :)  Today sucked.  It was a really long morning at work because I felt like absolute poop; I even typed up sub plans because I was sure I wouldn't go in to work tomorrow.  Thankfully, I started feeling a little better as the day progressed; however, a cough and headache recently picked up again.  Lucky me.

Obviously calories don't exist when you're sick, so I don't have photos of food or a "today's grand total" to do for you today.  I can tell you I ate a yummy smoothie for breakfast (healthy), leftover Mexican for lunch (not-so healthy), a Kashi granola bar for a snack (healthy), four mini chocolates for snacks throughout the day (unhealthy), and a smorgasbord of leftover sweet potato/black bean salad and pesto pasta for dinner (healthy and unhealthy).  Granted, I made quite a bit of pasta, took about five bites, and threw the rest away - I did have some sense and knew I shouldn't be eating much of that.

After my random dinner, I decided I should probably do some sit-ups.  After all, Key West is in 30-something days.  Things have to change before this girl gets in a bikini!  I grabbed the exercise ball and went at it!  While it was not a hardcore workout, at least I did something.

On a completely separate note, one of my students loaned me this book to read:

This is not something I would've picked up on my own, as I know I'm going to bawl like a baby.  However, my girl was adamant that I read it, so I promised I would.  I started it the other night and cannot put it down.  It's told from a dog's point-of-view as he reflects on his life.  It is beautifully written, and I can totally see my Mandy writing it - although this doggie might be a smidge smarter than my old girl...

I am going to sob my eyes out.

And now, I'm off to read and fall into a NyQuil-induced slumber!  Ciao, bellas - hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better and can actually write something interesting for ya!