Sick Kid and Weight Check-In

Over the weekend my daughter came down with a nasty virus called hand-foot-and-mouth disease. It's given her horrible sores inside her mouth, so painful she can't eat much of anything. At first she had a fever, too. That seems to be gone, but the pain in her mouth--and her grumpiness because eating is so hard--are still there. This is her third day home from preschool. According to the doctor, she should feel much better within a day or two.

I haven't missed any runs or spin class due to this, but I did miss weight training yesterday staying home with her in the morning (still hoping to be able to do that chin-up at some point). As for today, I was supposed to have a day off work, and I planned to go out to lunch with Jill at last. But it wasn't to be. I was really unhappy about this. It's not the first time I've had to cancel something fun because one or both of my kids got sick. I haven't mentioned it, but I've been dreading cold and flu season for weeks, watching as my friends and their kids have come down with various kinds of crud and wondering when it would move to our house.

Now that it's here (in addition to his sister's situation, my son has a cold--nothing horrible so far, but he's a sneezy, snotty mess), I'm feeling more sanguine. If we can keep Will from catching Ruthie's bug, I'd say there are even some good things about this timing:

• We're traveling in a week and a half for Thanksgiving; these illnesses should have run their course by then
• Their 5th birthday party is three weeks from this weekend; I'd hate to have this happen then
• I am not yet to the truly hard, high-mileage weeks of my marathon training program, where there's guilt about leaving the kids so much with Dan even when they're well and where I'm more susceptible to viruses myself
• Sick kids nap a lot; so do the parents who stay home with them; I'm getting more sleep this week than I usually do because I'm not at work

Small blessings, right?

In other news, my eating is NOT going well. I couldn't weigh in at the gym yesterday because I didn't go, but this morning after spin class I got on the scale at home. The Halloween candy appears to have caught up with me:

Weight--131 (so bummed to see a 3 on the scale again)
Body Fat--22.1%

Blech. Oh well. Maybe it's Mario's revenge for the bet on his NYC marathon time.

I know what I need to do: stop the creeping snacking, stop using the miles as an excuse for eating junk and stop the portion ballooning. I've definitely gone through worse eating patches, and I'm still making Mario's recipes, but it's time to get back to the straight and narrow.

At least I don't have sores in my mouth. Knock on wood.