Here it is Wednesday and I feel as if the weekend should be here. This has been a week of feeling puny. That is the word I use when I'm not sick, don't feel well, just don't feel right. I don't feel puny every day, just sometimes. Sunday sort of puny. Sunday night was just bad and with little sleep.
When the alarm went off Monday I started to the shower. Half way there I knew I needed more rest. Listen to your body they preached in the hospital. After calling the Marriage Factory to say sorry, back to bed I went. I spent the day feeling off. Not scary, just not normal.
Tuesday the alarm went off, I felt normal. Off to school I went. Lots of walking around the classroom to check work, be sure work being done, and to hear each child read to me. The walking is good for me, and I count it as part of my daily exercise. I enjoyed my 3 hours working with the first graders, received some hugs and came home. I did feel tired when I got home. I ate lunch, read some and then I took a long nap.
Funny thing, I forgot to turn my iPhone's ringer back on after leaving the classroom. I woke up from the long nap at 4:18. I was going to check Facebook on my phone when I saw I had received a text from Marty. It said he would arrive at the BART station at 4:29. Lucky I woke up when I did. Otherwise he would have arrived, called me and it wouldn't have rung, and I wouldn't have answered. That would have either ticked him off or scared the liver out of him. Luckily we are less than 5 minutes from the station, so I was on time.
Some days are good, some a little harder. But even puny days are better than a good day a month or so ago. This eating healthy stuff seems to be working. I have lost 31 pounds. Only a ton to go. Friends say I sound like their ole Janet. So it is all good.