Written Boxing Day 2015
It has to be said that in all of my 37 years on this planet, I have never had a crappier Christmas and birthday than this year.
We caught the flu. Hubby, me, our friends who were wonderful enough to lend us their car during our time in Hobart then the MIL and God knows who else we spread it to. We have our suspicions on who started it but it is pointless now.
The flu wasn’t just a mild one. It knocked us down completely. Joint pains, body aches, coughing, sneezing – the works.
The most horrible holiday in the history of my life. I say my life because although I was down and hating the whole world, I knew that others had it worse – yes, I am not a complete drama queen.
Maybe it is a wake up call. Maybe this is what I need to do something about my health. I must admit I’ve been leaning on my thyroid issue like a crutch, blaming it for not being able to lose weight, feel great and blah di blah di blah. At the back of my head, I kinda knew this. But I didn’t want to admit it.
Then this happened and all I could think of was how I’m going to try out Kayla Itsines’ workout this year and see what that does to me. I have seen her stuff before and the testimonials from those who used it but what pushed me to try it was seeing one woman with hypothyroidism succeed. She didn’t use her thyroid issue as an excuse. I shouldn’t too.
So I’m going to give that a go and pair it with yoga and fucking healthy eating. I keep saying that, I know. But it is my biggest weakness. Others have a hard time quitting smoking or drinking, or drugs or cheating on their spouses, mine is my weakness for decadent foods – mainly sweets. I’m also going to try and change my daughter’s lunchbox. I don’t want my health issues to spill onto her.
One thing I am grateful for though is that the virus missed my daughter altogether. Thank god she had a good Christmas even though I didn’t. She got heaps of presents and her first ever comic book series – Pokemon manga. It was a bit tricky to read because of the pagination but I made her a bookmark that made it easy for her to follow the boxes. And so her fascination with comic books begins.
I had to stay home on my own while they went to family lunch with the MIL’s step family. I was too contagious to be around people. They made that clear. To be honest, I wasn’t hurt. I really wasn’t in the mood to do small talk. I don’t do well with small talk when I’m in good health, so I can only imagine how short my patience would be when I’m totally fucked.
The introvert in me wanted to be left alone. I got that wish on my birthday. Yes, you’d think that I would be miserable since I have never – in my whole and entire life – been ever alone on my birthday, especially given that it’s Christmas day too, but I was actually okay.
I watched Christmas soppy movies like While You Were Sleeping, Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail. I ate ice cream sprinkled with cereal. I sat on the recliner and played on my ipad. No one was talking to me. No one was asking me to do things for them. No one disturbed my viewing. No one commented on my choice of movies.
I was contented. Sure, I wasn’t laughing and giggling (it hurts my body to laugh at the moment) but I wasn’t sad. And the introvert in me didn’t scream for a machine gun to kill everyone trying to make small talk with me.
I’d say that was a successful birthday.