How to Motivate Yourself to Get Off Your Ass When You Feel Like Shit: Predator Self-Talk

Woke up in pretty bad shape today. The cold started to come on stronger last night. Was hoping to sleep it off. No such luck. No fever...yet. Just week, tired, congested, achy, etc. And I was so damn cold. Shivering hard. I could barely hold my cup to drink some water. It was pretty intense.

I forced myself off the couch—which I passed out on the night before—to drug up a little more, so I could hopefully feel a little better and get some more sleep in. It seemed to help some.

But after I feel back asleep—this time in my bed—I did not want to get up.

Ever.

I sort of pep-talked myself into getting out of bed: "Come on, Jim; you can do this."

Somehow, a scene from Predator popped into my head. The one where the character Mac Elliot is pep-talking himself into hunting the Predator (Mac seems to be going a little crazy at this point in the film...not sure what that says about me).

Mac repeated over and over: "I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun..."

So far, I'm not feeling the "fun." But I got out of bed.

Thinking I have a sinus infection, which means I need to go to prompt care to get some antibiotics. I fucking hate prompt care. But I get my boys back tomorrow, and if I don't take care of this pronto, I will never be able to keep up with them.

Can't help but think I pushed myself too far and didn't prioritize self-care during these past few weeks as I should have (in addition to the germ-infested day care and all the students I interacted with at work...some of who were sick and coughing during our meetings....gross. I frantically scrubbed down everything they touched in my office with antibacterial wipes after they left.).

Maybe it was inevitable. I haven't been this sick in a long time. And I tend to rebound pretty quickly (and with that statement, I'm sure I just jinxed myself).