SICK

I had the whole of this week off, from work, from training, from life in general, due to a nasty flu virus. This is the first time ever in my life that I needed an entire week to recover from flu. Either the flu bugs are getting stronger or I’m getting older and weaker, either way, it sucks.

A whole week off sounds great, but when I only manage to sleep, eat, sleep and get even more tired, it sure does not rate as the best week of my life. At least I managed to make up the sleep debt accumulated for the last few years, but somehow all the sleep only made me more tired and needing more sleep. And there is this underlying panic when I think about the work that must have accumulated in my absence, and all the fire-fighting I would have to do when I return. It never pays to take unplanned absences.

And well, being sick is the best excuse in the world to deviate from a diet plan. I tried my best, but the carbs sneaked in somehow, and I’m a little to weary to care. So I’m guessing the scale will not be showing friendly numbers when I get back. I’m just a little irritated by all this cha-cha-cha I’m doing with respect to fat loss, one step forward, two steps back. But I’ll start panicking only when my new clothes start to show signs of strain.

By the way, I finally received my income tax statement, and nearly fainted at the amount of tax that I need to pay – to the call of several thousand dollars. Somehow, I didn’t feel that I received so much income last year. I wish that the government could somehow deduct the tax immediately before giving me my salary, bonus and sundry other stuff, so that I don’t have to go through this lump sum deduction. It feels so much more painful somehow. Like I have been given a piece of pie, then as I take a bite, someone comes along and dig away all the filling.

One thing for sure, I’m going to make a list of items that makes use of my tax money, and make sure I get the maximum use out of these facilities.