Last Wednesday was the last time I was able to breathe through my nose! Last Thursday was the last time I was able to taste any food. Today it feels as though I have a golf ball stuck in my throat. I seriously hate being sick!

I haven’t been into my office since last Wednesday. I’m the type of person who refuses to walk around the office sneezing, coughing and spreading my germs, and I appreciate the fact that most of my coworkers have no problem in calling out sick.

The funny thing about me when I’m sick is that I get bursts of energy out of nowhere. Today I was speaking with a friend in San Diego, and they asked what have I done all day today. So I told him:

1. Cleaned out my two car garage
2. Cleaned my deck and straightened up my patio furniture
3. Pulled the grills out so I could get motivated to grill this weekend
4. Cleaned out the shed and broke down some boxes that have been taking up space in it
5. Waxed my wood floors in the living room and dining room
6. Plucked my eyebrows

Now, if I hadn’t been sick, I would have quickly found someone to do items 1-5 for me (no one messes w/my eyebrows but me), but when I’m sick I have the strength of Job. I finally finished everything around 5pm today, so I retreated to my bedroom. All of a sudden, a wave of dizziness hit me and I immediately fell back onto my bed. I guess the wave of energy had to end eventually.

My son and nephew walked into the room and they immediately said, “We’re hungry”.

Damn.

After doing all of those errands around my house, I totally forgot about dinner! Soon after they asked the question, my phone rang, and I answered it. My friend Scott asked to speak to me, and I’m like, “HELLO?? This is ME!”, he said, “Oh, my bad, you sound like a dude”, wow, thanks, I thought to myself. So I gave him my woe is me story and like a true friend, he came by with pizzas and soda in hand! If I wasn’t sick, I would have planted a big one on him. He was definitely a life saver! Dinner was saved. And I was even lucky enough to have him stick around to make sure the boys showered and made it to sleep on time.

So here I am, drowsy, but restless. I have to pull it together to make it in to work tomorrow and on top of that I have a conference to attend on Thursday & Friday. Being that the meds haven’t been working, I’m about to pull one of Grandma’s home remedies out. Although she recommended some hot Rock & Rye , I think I might have to stick to something that won’t have me hung over in the morning!

So if anyone has any home remedies for a sore throat, cough, stuffy nose and post nasal, please by all means, let me know!

Picture this scenario. You’re relaxing on the couch and enjoying a movie after an evening date with a tall, handsome recently retired NFL star. The two of you get comfortable and remove your shoes and start to stretch out on the couch. After a few minutes, you take in a deep breath and the scent of Fritos lingers across your nasal passage. You look down at your feet and realize that you’ve never had an odor problem in regards to your feet.

The only obvious explanation is that it’s the other person’s feet! Now, you think to yourself, “If I can smell this stench, I’m sure they can too!”. Where are the odor eaters when you need them?

Yes, people, his feet smelled horrible. It was like I was sitting on top of Frito mountain in the middle of Summer. Hot. (f?ng’k?). Feet. How appetizing, especially after a dinner of seafood!

I tried to squirm to the other side of the couch but of course he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to breath through my mouth, just so I could smell as little as possible. That did not work. I thought to myself, “Does he not smell his feet?”. I realize this is a common problem for men, but if you’re 30-something years old, your feet have been (f?ng’k?) for a while, it didn’t just happen over night!

It was hard to pay attention to the movie, because all I could think of is how am I going to approach the subject. Should I blatantly come out and tell this 6′6 man that his feet stink, maybe he should go and wash them and put his shoes outside to air out? Or, should I just sit there and grin and bear it? I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before the movie ended so I just sat there breathing through my mouth for the rest of the evening.

A few days later we spoke on the phone and it took every ounce of energy for me NOT to say something about his feet. Eventually I blurted out, “You really should throw away those shoes you wore the other night, they’re causing your feet to stink”. There was a few seconds of awkward silence and he started laughing. He told me I was the first woman to mention the fact that his feet smelled and that he appreciated it and that he’ll definitely invest in some foot powder and get rid of his problem shoes.

Who knew it would have been that easy. I wish I would have said something while we were watching the movie, because I would have actually been able to pay attention to it, instead of trying to divert myself from the (f?ng’k?) feet!

Move over Dr. School’s, Japan has minty insoles!

Yup, the newly accused users of steroids are no longer athletes, but top entertainers. I’m pretty much not surprised that 50 cent or Timbaland were named in this news article. What threw me off was Wyclef, Tyler Perry & Mary J Blige. According to the article, supposedly authorities are saying that the above mentioned haven’t violated any laws, but they are investigating the spas/clinics & doctors that prescribed them.

Well my question today is What Would Jenny Craig Do (WWJCD)?

My question today is when do people draw the line? Yes, having great self-confidence is always a good thing, BUT, when does it get to the point where you stop and think about your health and well being?

There’s a thin line between love & hate and also between thick & obese. It’s a common fact that overweight and obesity in the U.S. occur at higher rates within the African-American & Hispanic communities. Heart disease and diabetes should not be a symbol of pride. Both of those diseases play culprit in the deaths of minority men/women on a daily basis.

Obesity should not be a fashion statement. More often than not, it becomes a death sentence.

I remember growing up as a kid, I was always the ‘chubby’ one out of my siblings. Strangely enough, I was never ridiculed by classmates or friends, but more so my own family members. I was called every name you could think of and it did nothing for my self-esteem of course. Recently I was listening to Little Brother’s song, “Good Clothes”, and this verse definitely struck a chord: