For several weeks we’ve been planning to attend Colorama which is a motorcycle rally held annually in northern Arkansas by the GoldWing Touring Association. Arkansas is one of our favorite places for riding because of the awesome curvy roads and great scenery and the rally was being held at a lodge south of Harrison with great, rustic facilities (and yes, you really can use those two words together!).
Our plans were to go down with two other couples and have lunch yesterday at the College of the Ozarks en route. The guys were going to ride their bikes and the ladies were going to drive down so we could visit and not arrive with helmet hair.
However – after almost 5 inches of rain in 36 hours mixed with chilly weather, the other two couples nixed their plans and I opted to drive myself because I didn’t think even my heated clothing would keep me comfortable.
Burl left yesterday before noon and I agreed to drive down mid-afternoon with all our gear so he didn’t have to pull the trailer.
But – plans are always made to be changed!
I hadn’t really felt great since Thursday evening as evidenced by the fact that we went to a great party with awesome food and drink and all I had was bottled water. Now when I don’t eat and I’m not even hungry, I know something is wrong! But I figured I’d take advantage of the effects on my weight and just enjoy it since I really didn’t feel that bad.
Yesterday morning I had a little breakfast – still not hungry – and then went to the gym where I ran a mile and tried to attend my regular Friday morning weight-lifting class. Jeez! I felt like a 90-pound weakling! I was exhausted halfway through the class but hung in there doing what I could.
I wasn’t a bit hungry for lunch – in fact, couldn’t even think of anything that sounded good to eat but I packed up and was on the road by 2:30 for the easy drive to Harrison. By time I arrived, I was wiped – very lethargic and just feeling generally rotten. Burl took one look at me and knew I didn’t feel good at all.
He asked if I wanted to spend the night and come home this morning or drive on back last evening. I knew then that I just wanted to be in my own bed! So – I gave him his dop kit and a change of clothes, got back in the car and drove back to Sprinburg!
Knowing I really did need to eat something, I opted for WonTon Soup and steamed rice at my favorite Chinese drive-through. By 9:00 I was snuggled under the covers and fast asleep. For someone who loves to get in bed and read/snooze until midnight, that was a huge behavior change.
This morning I’m feeling better and the slight fever I had last night is gone. Still not hungry but certainly not too energetic and the idea of going to the gym is not even on my mental radar.
With the sun shining brightly I’m wishing I was either on the back of the motorcycle enjoying a great fall day or with Robin and Vickie at the first-ever Women of Substance outing to the Mt. Vernon Apple Butter Days but alas, doing nothing is the only thing that appeals to me right now.
Tammy and Steve have promised home-made chicken soup later and hopefully I’ll be hungry when it arrives.
In the meantime, I’ve learned how to use the TV remote and am watching HGTV in between naps and licks from Mulligan.
And I’m enjoying the fact that the scales gave me good news for the first time in a long time this morning. That will change when I start eating again!
Too bad I can’t rally the energy to go weigh at Weight Watchers – I’d be legal on my lifetime weight today!!!
PS Mulligan just reminded me I’m not really home alone – he’s here taking care of me. 
Yuck.. hope you feel better soon… have you had a headache as well… I’ve been tired and headachey for a week.