1.15.15 ~ SICK :(

Carrot-Apple-Beet-Ginger Juice.  No, I did not eat the fruit pulp.

Well.  Even the best laid plans can be derailed in an instant.  I have the flu and its #TheWorst.  Started feeling woozy Tuesday evening but assumed I was just tired from traveling. Had a not-so-good Crush Week workout that night and then BAM.  Game over.

I'm trying everything here. Green tea. Seltzer.  Tamiflu.  Aromatherapy.  Trying to keep down at least one fresh juice a day for the vitamins.  But I think the only solution is the obvious one: waiting it out.

One thing I will say, all the "January Cure" housecleaning I did last week has made being marooned on my couch more pleasant than usual.  Typically, being home sick is accompanied by an overwhelming panic to clear the clutter, clean the dirt and complete the unfinished projects lying around, which of course, I can't do because I'm stuck beneath a mound of snotty tissues.  But when I returned home from my trip, I was pleasantly surprised to find my apartment was actually quite homey.  Clean.  Orderly.  For once, everything in its place.

The genius behind this month-long organizational odyssey is breaking down your to-do list of projects into simple daily tasks. The foyer and hat rack situation, for instance, was something that had been nagging at me for months and I got it done last week in less than 30 minutes.

Hunting. Red Sox. PBR. Camo. Trucker.  A hat for every occasion!

Been daydreaming of this thing since October.

It also turned out that the daunting issues with my bedroom were easily taken care of.  I replaced the cheapy IKEA bedside table I've had for the past decade with a delicate, glass side table. It let the room breath a little and gave me more space for all my bedside necessities.  (I know this would look better if I got rid of most of that stuff.  And I've tried!  What you see here, is me downsizing the bedside necessities by 50%.  All I can say is, a home is not a catalogue people.)

Needs more dreamcatchers.

Of course, the new side table didn't have a place for my socks which forced me to realize another long-term goal of mine:  to be one of those people who keep immaculate sock and underwear drawers.  You know those people.  The ones who have entire drawers devoted to neatly rolled socks in perfect rows,  who have compartments for bras and color-coded tights and actually fold their underthings into compact little squares.  I think I have wanted to be this person ever since I was nine years old. Anyway.  About the time I got the cheapy IKEA bedside table, I refurbished an old white and gold dresser I found at an old junk shop in Queens.  I had big dreams for this dresser but its a perpetual mess shut away inside my closet.  It exists only as a graveyard for old jeans I used to wear in my early 20s. Relics of past hotness or whatever.  Like any red-blooded American woman, I have this biannual ritual of trying them on.  Sometimes I can't get them past my thighs, other times, I'll button them triumphantly only to see how horrifying a 90s lowrise with a 1-inch zipper really looks like.  Both scenarios are equally demoralizing.  But I'll never throw them out. Never.

Somehow, getting the bedside table was all I needed for it to all click into place.  If I moved my blouses to the rail above the dresser and hung the jeans in the closet where the blouses used to be, I could move my sleepwear into the jeans drawer, the socks into the sleepwear drawer and voila.  Problem solved.  Its ain't no Container Store showroom, but thats what doors are for, right?

3 - Full Clean Day 
1 - Took 3 grams of EPA/DHA in fish oil tabs (6)
1 - Got 7 hours of sleep 
1 - Active recovery 
1 - Hydration (72 oz) (I think I doubled this today)
0 - Worked out at CFSB
7/8