I benefit from having a remarkably sound constitution. I don’t know if it’s all of those fruits and veggies or the fiber or the antioxidants or genetics or just plain luck. Knock wood, I just rarely get sick.

Unfortunately, I’m sick today (sore throat, slightly upset stomach and a headache). It was bound to happen. Many people at work and in weight loss meetings and at church have been laid low this winter. And when Devin remarked “Good thing you got a flu shot,” I had to admit that I …er…forgot to.

What really gets me is all of these people that tell me when they’re sick they lose weight because they can’t eat. It’s like they’re speaking Greek or Chinese. I hear the sound but don’t comprehend. No matter how feverish or nauseous or stuffy or achey I might feel, I never miss a meal! I rarely even miss snacks when I’m sick.

If anything, I eat more.

After all, what’s better for a sore throat than ice cream? What would soothe an upset tummy more than a square of chocolate? Wouldn’t a cup of cocoa really help if my sinuses were stuffed? And I’m just CERTAIN that a maple scone could cure any headache!

At any rate, the most sensible thing I can do is listen to the many blog commentors who have lately reminded me that I don’t sleep enough. ‘Tis true. I’m operating on 6 or 7 hours when 8 would be much better. I’ve got a long workday on Saturday mornings, and I need to be well for a roundtrip flight to LA on Monday. So it’s spit spot to bed.

After I have that fudgesicle.