Emetophobia

Emetophobia: an intense, irrational fear or anxiety of or pertaining to vomiting.

Hello, Monday. It doesn't seem possible, but once again I am SICK. This time with a very nasty stomach bug. The kind that leaves you pounds lighter after 24 hours. 

Even at my very sickest, I pride myself on my ability to... um... hold my cookies instead of tossing them. I've only thrown up (oh, those cookies!) about 3 times in the last 6 years or so. And before then my all-time record was 8 years. 8 whole years! I'm very good at willing my body into resistance when it comes to... y'know... 

Most of the time, this resistance technique works. Last night it didn't. I stubbornly delayed my misery for a few hours, but soon realized the only way I'd feel better is if I stopped fighting it. 

That was way, way, WAY too much information. But can I just say - as far as being sick, I am so, so, SO over it.

Wobble

FULL... OF... FEELINGS...

MUST... BOTTLE... UP...

I'm a mess. These feelings are not all bad feelings - just varied. And that can be exhausting. Let's chalk it up to wonky hormones and a stressful start to the week, shall we? 

Saturday's performance at the Conference Center was wonderful and for those of you who were looking, the lower part of my face made its Relief Society broadcast debut. Which is good, because my second chin is my favorite. I know I promised a wink, but the cameras must have caught me in between winks. Next time! ...Not really...

Honestly, I'm quite proud of our choir. It's hard to sing primary hymns without sounding like primary children. We did struggle early on in our rehearsals, of which we had only 6. Our director told us to sing like we were "fat and 35," so that helped. Besides the music, I was very impressed with the speakers. The new R.S. General Presidency made a very good first impression and articulated some things that were so very relevant to my current state of being. Shockingly so in some instances. I look forward to watching the broadcast again, not to check myself out (hey-hey!) but to revisit the speakers' messages. Especially Pres. Eyring's since I was near comatose at that point in the meeting. As much as I loved being there on Saturday, my mind and body were so exhausted that I don't think I fully appreciated each talk. But that's what LDS.org is for. And the Conference Ensign. 

Canyon Rim

We got a wave and a thumbs up from Pres. Uchtdorf. 
Imagine 300 Mormon girls giggling and waving as if, 
I don't know, David Archuleta walked into the 
Conference Center. Present company included.

Changing the subject... I used another men's room this evening. I was heading into Zumba and needed to stop by the powder room (that's the polite terminology), but alas, it was out of order. I wasn't in emergency mode this time, I just didn't want to walk clear across the building to find another ladies' room. And so, with nary a man in sight, I took a deep breath, walked in the conveniently located men's room, and locked the door behind me. It looked exactly like the ladies' room. No urinal or the like, just a single toilet. I was well at ease. Why must I share this?? Because my visits to the men's room have increased by 200% in the last week and a half. That's pretty remarkable. But not habit forming, I'm sure.

Oh, and we did something called The Wobble at Zumba tonight. And it is my new favorite dance.