My body and I have a very communicative relationship.  My body is very responsive when it does or doesn’t like something.  Sometimes, I even listen to it. 

I have been ignoring my body for awhile now.  I didn’t have time to be sick.

In fact, to combat the illness that I’ve felt creeping on for the last few weeks, I’ve been exercising religiously.  Pilates 4x this week, 1.5 hours in the gym on Wednesday, and just walking everywhere.  My body was keeping up fine until last night.

I made a mistake last night, and actually sat still for thirty minutes.  And all hell broke loose.

Today, I am yucky.  My body is shaky-tired, and my sinuses have exploded.  I left Seuss last night with every good intention of going to hang out at Sonic with the others, but my body said, “No, go home.”

So I did.  And it was probably one o’clock before my body said, “Yeah, we should sleep now.”

When my alarm went off and my head had every intention of pilates at 5:30, my body disagreed.  “We’re awfully tired,” it said.  “Let’s just sleep a bit.”

At 8 a.m., my body finally woke up.  But it’s angry.  It wants to be motionless, on the couch, in front of the People’s Court.  The fact that I drug it into work is not sitting well.  Now, there is scuttlebutt around the office that we will be working Saturday.  My body is NOT happy about that.

Suck.