Not like flu sick, more of just a chest/head cold. It’s not too bad, and I’m able to function well enough to take care of myself. But chores like laundry and dishes or cooking are a strain.
I’m even struggling to write, which is why I missed my post yesterday. Instead, I posted a picture on Instagram and Facebook. I put up a photo of me on my bike and asked a question: Do you workout if you’re feeling sick?
I got a lot of great comments and it was fun just laying in bed reading and answering them. It was also interesting to see a pattern, not only from readers, but also from me.
Almost everyone said to just take the day off and lay low. Don’t exercise when you’re sick. Which was probably what I wanted to hear anyway.
I’m pretty sure the reason I was looking for that affirmation is because I feel guilty if I’m not working out and instead just lying around. Wait, let me change that statement…
I feel guilty if I’m laying around doing nothing.
I didn’t feel guilty last week when I was on the road with John having fun and getting very little exercise in. So why do I feel guilty not working out if I’m sick?
When I got to thinking about it, one word came to mind: lazy. When I was growing up, lazy was just about the worst thing to be labeled. Especially if it came out of my Mother’s mouth.
It didn’t bother her so much that we were poor. She didn’t care if someone called us “Cherry pickers”, or commented that we were getting Army Surplus food. Nope, there were two things that stand out in my mind of the utmost importance to her.
We were clean and hard-working.
We always went to school with clean clothes on, and our faces scrubbed. And the minute we got home, there were chores to do. Even once the chores and homework were done, we didn’t get to sit around.
“Get outside and play before I find something for you to do” would be the next words we would hear. There would be no lazing around. And this was ingrained into our souls.
So to this day, I hear that voice telling me to get up and get stuff done. It is better to be playing than to be lazy. At 58, I am still controlled by my mother who has been dead for over 47 years.
Which is why I needed a bunch of other voices telling me it was okay to lay low. I’d like to say, next time I’ll do better and won’t listen to my Mom, but that’s probably not going to happen.
I’m still not feeling well today, but I better get going and get the laundry done. I’ve got three piles sitting here in front of me, and like Mom used to say, “They are not going to wash themselves, you know.”