I'm back from the brink of death. I got hit with a nasty stomach bug. It was brutal. Wishing I was just dead to make it end kind of brutal. SO rough.
And I don't ever get sick, so this was especially shocking to my system. I'm still in recovery mode but at least I'm among the living today. Half-way, at least. Still feel kind of zombie-like but I'm plugging through. Not trying to be a hero - I'm only up and around out of necessity, because I have absolutely no other choice. If I could forgo my sense of responsibility, I would have taken an additional recovery day.
In the last three days I've only eaten about 10 crackers. While I'm sure I could hold something down now, I have no desire to. Nothing about food is appealing to me right now, nothing. And while I'm all for dropping weight, this is not what I had in mind.
Please remind me of this moment the next time I start bitching about overeating. I need to be reminded that pudgy and hungry is WAY better than skinny and nauseous.
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