As I write this, I sit here i am coming off the back of 5 days of been foggy minded, groggy, sick and with no appetite. It is only when things like this happen to me and I am ill of health, that I begin to appreciate been in good health. When the sickness hits I become more conscious about the amount of fluid that I take in and the religious intake of vitamins and minerals that I take in however a few days later this ‘new found respect’ for health begins to slip away again.
The diet of a sick person is far easier than someone an eager fitness person or bodybuilder who usually eats 6 to 7 meals per day and instead struggles to get 1 meal in. A normal day for me would consist of eggs, salmon, rice, chicken and protein shakes however this past few days has been in some instances 2 ice pops and a frozen pizza. When I sometimes make food, I find myself suddenly full and feeling sick before I even take a bite, all of this time conscious that the less calories i take in and even less of those good calories, the more muscle i will loose.
Veins on my forearms became more pronounced which made me think once or twice about using a body fat tester to measure my body fat in the hope that I can convince myself I am just loosing fat and not bodyweight. But then on the flip side I put on a pair of gym shorts that are usually tight and they fit a little looser which makes me self conscious that I am actually loosing muscle mass.
Constant body sweats due to a fever combined with high summer temperatures make it the perfect combination of heat factors to ensure I do not sleep, from time to time I may drift off, only to wake up shortly after in a puddle of sweat either from coughing hard or my baby crying.
With a mentally weak mind and physically weak body this has also meant that I have not been able to go to the gym as usual also, which has also meant that I am not as happy in myself either due to the endorphins that are realised usually from training not getting a calling card.
The gym clothing has not been set aside though, thankfully due to me been feverish I have made gym shorts and gym vests a permanent fixture in my household attire the past few days and just sat on my own in an very cold very air conditioned room at work through the day.
Sat thinking about the next time I can take a paracetamol, some ibuprofen or some day nurse just to ease me through the day a little better and make me feel a bit more independent and strong. I love been active and been in control but at points in the day my mind becomes so foggy and body becomes so what I just want to sleep.
Each day when I awake, I hope now for the bed just to be dry, which at least is a sign that things are getting better, that day has not come yet but hopefully it will soon, that day where i can wear sweatpants instead of gym shorts because I am too cold for the latter day will be a good day for me haha.