Vertigo

It's true that my hair has gotten mysteriously blonder the longer I live in Michigan, but I've never really been called dizzy. At least not to my face.

I am, however, clinically speaking, dizzy. The doctor's official diagnosis is vertigo.

This sucks on so many levels, not the least of which is that I feel like there is a higher power watching over me as I get into any sort of healthy lifestyle groove...lurking there like a hungry wolf waiting to pounce with its all-powerful magic wand and say "POOF! You will NOT exercise regularly. HA!"

I hate that bastard.

So now I'm on an anti-motion sickness drug to take the edge off and I have an appointment with a specialist in about 10 more days. Thing is, I don't like walking around in a morning sickness/hangover type haze every day. And I really wanted to keep up my three times a week workout schedule.

Instead, I'm on a three times a day "please God don't puke" prayer schedule.

Feel lucky if you aren't dealing with this. I hope you never have to. There are far, far worse maladies I could be suffering from, I realize fully. But this one's not great either.