Okay, so you know how I’ve been super pumped and ready to stay committed to my new lifestyle? Well I still feel the same, but tell my body that! I came down with the flu and I feel terrible. So terrible that I could barely open my eyes this morning. My head felt full, my body ached, I had a fever and felt really dizzy...so instead of getting up at 9am to do my cardio, I laid in bed till 11:30am. I felt so guilty, but didn’t really have time to dwell on it 'cause I had to go to my manager's birthday party. I know, what the hell was I thinking going out in my condition? (not to mention that I could get other people sick) My doctor once told me that you’re only contagious the first 3 days (and I was well over that) except that I was really starting to feel the effects today.
Anywho... got up, showered, dressed and then debated whether I should eat or not. Didn’t eat. Then I was on my way to this party in Hollywood. Not feeling very well and starving. We finally got there and parked like 2 blocks away from this place and I attempted to walk in my heels. (As it is, when I’m 100% I can barely walk in heels, imagine me sick or drunk...yeah not good) Got inside - it was packed. I made my way through to say "hello" and "happy birthday" to my manager, then left her to the rest of the birthday wishers and made a beeline to the bar. It might surprise you guys, but I didn’t order a drink - I ordered water instead. Mingled a bit, then decided to sit with my friend (she was also my hairdresser on 'Eastbound & Down') who was there with her two friends.
I sat for a bit. They had already placed an order for food and booze. Next thing you know, I see the waitress walking up with this huge plate of AMAZING DELICIOUS looking nachos. Of course, they offered some to me. I pondered it for a bit, and was like, “What the hell?, I haven’t eaten all day, one chip covered in melted heavenly cheese with guacamole won’t kill me, right?” So I ate one, savored it, and didn’t have another. I had done it! I had been able to control my inner urge of devouring that whole plate. It could have been 'cause I was sick, but I’m totally taking the credit for this one. I continued to chat with my friend for a bit, but my sinuses were killing me, so I decided to leave. Went and said my goodbyes, and then left with my roommate (who’d I’d brought along to network/mingle).
We were both starving, so I told her that we could stop at my favorite place in Hollywood called 'Birds Cafe/Bar'. It’s right off of Franklin and Tamarind, in front of the Celebrity Center. Totally love and recommend it. We were seated immediately and I started looking over the menu, and honestly, the only thing that looked appealing in my condition was the tortilla soup. Which I LOVE!!!! Not sure how great of a choice it was, but it seemed better than a lot of my other options. Technically, I could have had a salad, but since I hadn’t consumed any food, I figured it wouldn’t be as filing. We sat there for a bit, ate, and talked again. I felt like I just needed to come home and sleep. So we did.
When I got home, I was still hungry. ( 'cause it was essentially a cup of soup, not a bowl) So I re-heated some chicken and made a salad. The missed workout, still in the back of my mind taunting me. As I finished up my plate of food, I couldn’t help but think, “Come on Liz, you’ve come this far. Don’t let a little cold get in the way of your workout." So I went and changed and got ready to do so. My body aching, my fever back, my eyes drooping with sleep - but I still worked out. I couldn’t give it 100% like I normally do, but I finished it and now I’m sitting here typing this up because it needs to go up before I go to bed. So I ask you, do I get sick days?
Lizzy, NyQuil is my bestie =)
