confession #000016

... or, the annual appointment with mlle. flu

this time, last year, i was in bed nursing a 38º fever.  the year before that, i was probably doing the same thing.  and the year before that.  it seems that the second week of february is my annual 'sick week'.  

lifesavers

right now, i feel like some influenza cowgirl, with packets of tissues for guns in her holster, and sipping vitamin c drinks for beer.  oh well, we all go through it at some point or other and i do thank my lucky stars that it is just a cold and nothing more.  

but certainly, it makes you re-think a lot of things.  

luckily, being on a diet at the moment means that i'm somewhat eating more healthily.  that's something i know i'm doing for sure. and much thanks goes to the people behind myfitnesspal who came up with the app and website which is so very convenient for calorie-counting and food monitoring.  it certainly taps into my occasional lazy girl symptoms by providing a bar-code scanner in the app version, saving you the hassle of browsing the database for that one obscure item you're munching on.  kudos to the creators.  

it also makes you think of what to wear so as not to relapse or lengthen the healing process.  being in sub-zero temperatures on an almost daily basis for the last month or so meant i had to do two things which i never thought i would do: 

1. wear thermal underwear - yes, including 'long johns' (actually, would the female version be called 'long janes'? oh, heck, i'll just call them leggings ...)
2. wear fur - the faux version, mind you.  

the first is more of a practical reason.  it's bl**dy cold, at least by my mediterranean standards and my obsession with fashion and style have had to take a back seat.  but that's where the second point comes in to save the day.  in actual fact, i've always preferred winter clothes to summer clothes - the whole hat-scarf-coat-boots ensemble really speaks to me of elegance, effortless style and overall comfort.  

my little winter wonderland

while most of my clothes end up feeling a bit more snug because of the thermal layering, i at least get to wear the full on head-to-toe winter gear which i feel somewhat awkward doing back on the rock.  and despite having been quite a sun-worshipper in my younger days, i feel i've somewhat found my niche.  

and if i manage to get out of bed, this is what i'll wear, complete with a matching sore-red nose