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Various virii have been knocking over my friends and loved ones left and right, so it was inevitable I'd eventually get hit, too. Monday night I was feeling a bit out of it, and I woke up Tuesday with full-blown ick. I thought it was just a head cold at first, but then the fever and achiness and chills soon joined forces with the sneezing, hacking, and snorfling to knock me flat. I've pretty much just been camped out on the couch for the past 3 days, half-watching Daria and Avengers prequels between naps and forcing myself to eat soup and drink juice. I don't have much of an appetite when I can't breathe well.

I started getting a little energy back today, so I got some groceries delivered (hooray for TaskRabbit!) and made a pot of chicken and stars with enough garlic to keep Sunnydale vamp-free for years. It was awesome. I ate three bowls, and then made some bittersweet chocolate ganache which I had over a huge bowl of ice cream. I guess I'm starting to get better.


Making the ganache I thought, Man, if I'd known how easy this was as a kid I'd have gotten fat a lot earlier than I did. But thinking about it more, I'm not so sure. The poor eating habits that contributed to my weight gain in early adulthood can all be traced back to thoughtlessness--eating what was put in front of me because that's just what you do, eating out of boredom or sadness or social obligation, eating junky convenience foods because they were what was at hand--and I think being actively involved in the preparation of what I'm eating makes me more mindful about it, and therefore less likely to reflexively make poor choices. Not that I don't still make poor choices these days, but they're few and far between, and almost always involve grabbing something packaged or pre-made to quickly satisfy a craving. And when I feel the desire to eat because I'm sad or bored, if I cook rather than just grabbing a convenience food the cooking process itself is generally enough to make me less sad or bored because I enjoy the creativity and craft of it so much. I still enjoy the hell out of food for sure, but it's a deliberate and mindful enjoyment. Those three bowls of soup tonight were on purpose, whereas the increasingly rare occasion of suddenly finding myself at the bottom of a bag of chips or on my fourth soda of the day never is.


Things that have been keeping me from going insane with boredom:
rhiannonstone: (body)
The appointment with the sports doc went just fine. He was kind, helpful, and efficient, and didn't say a single word about my weight. Dr. Fancypants' diagnosis of my knee issue is patellofemoral sysndome, specifically chrondomalicia patellae. Also known as Runner's Knee (and please excuse me for a moment while I fall out laughing that I have something called Runner's Knee hahahahahaha), it's when the patella stops tracking properly in the femoral groove and starts wearing away at the protective cartilage beneath, causing a loud crackle-and-pop when I bend my knee and the feeling that there is sandpaper beneath my kneecaps, as well as some related front and side knee pain. Patellar mis-tracking can happen for a bunch of different reasons, but is apparently very common in women, as our wider hips mean the angle where the femur and tibia come together tends to be greater than men's, often leading to imablanced strength in our quadriceps, the muscle group attached to the tendon responsible for knee movement.

It can't be cured--that cartilage does not grow back--but it can be treated with exercises that strengthen the quads and other muscles to help maintain proper alignment, so I've got a prescription for physical therapy. Most likely just a few sessions so I can learn the exercises well enough to do them at home. If I don't see any improvement after that, the next step would be injections of hyaluronic acid, which basically acts as knee lube, but Dr. Fancypants thinks that probably won't be necessary for me since I am "still young and highly functional."

And the best part is that he encouraged me to keep cycling as much as I want, because it's great for the quads and nice to the knees as long as I maintain proper form. The only thing I really have to avoid is prolonged direct pressure on the kneecaps (so no kneeling on hard surfaces for very long--I'll need to get some cushions for yoga) and activities like leg lifts that push the knee in the wrong direction.
rhiannonstone: (the real me)
To NyQuil, or not to NyQuil: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The wracking coughs and throat-aches of a nasty cold,
Or to take NyQuil against the pains of illness,
And by the miracle of modern chemistry, end them? To sleep: to dream
Of crazy things; and by a sleep to say we end
The nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing, achy, stuff-head, fever
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a relief
Devoutly to be wish'd. To rest, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of Green Death what dreams may come


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