Well it only took 6
weeks, but I have my cold of the school year. I figured that with there being so many more kids at my new
school that I would have caught sooner than this. Ten years of teaching has allowed me to build up a pretty
immune system, but there’s no defending against the cold virus.
I hate being sick the
school year because, to be honest, it’s so much more work to get prepare for a
substitute than it is to actually be in school. I have to really under-the-weather to make myself take a
sick day. And when I do take it, I
have a hard time resting because I’m worried about what is going on in my
classroom.
Being sick is one of the
small downsides of being a teacher.
With this cold, I don’t feel “sick enough” to take a sick day, but I’m
still not feeling well. All day I
have “be on” and teach my kids and reign in that urge to just snap because I
feel like crap. I am grateful for cold medicine, it does make life more
bearable.
I’ve also discovered
that when I’m not feeling well, that I’m more inclined to get into the mindset
of “wanting to feel better so that I can exercise”. This may sound crazy (and I have been told on occasion that
I’m not playing with a full deck), but when I’m sick I want to go out walking
or do something physical, yet when I’m feeling well, I don’t seem to have that
same motivation. It’s a mystery,
wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a conundrum.
For the first time in a
while, I stepped on the scale this morning. I was happy to see that I’m at about 236.5 pounds. At the beginning of the school year I
was over 240 (242 at my heaviest… I think), so something good is going on. I’m bringing my own lunch to school, I
have to walk a lot more in my new building and I’m definitely more active
during the school day. It’s a
start, now I need to start building on the work-related success.
