School ended last week, and I celebrated by getting really sick. Not by choice, mind you. The timing was uncanny though, school got out Friday, I got sick Saturday night, spent the next 48 hours in the commode, visited the ER, and then spent the next 48 hours laying low and praying food would stay in. Thank goodness school was out, cause it would have sucked to miss that last week!
On the plus side, mentally, this bug didn't beat me. Not one bit. I was surprisingly upbeat and cheery despite the fact that I now know how many tiles are in my bathroom floor. Except.....
My ex-bff is trying really hard to work his way back into my life. We haven't spoken in a while, which has been really nice. But when this bug hit me, he was right there next to me, offering comfort and companionship.
And I've been buying it. Sort of. I've been (sort of) using this as an excuse to not eat. By sort of, I mean that for 48 hours I didn't eat. I was too sick. The next 48 hours I really couldn't eat. Believe me, I tried, but my stomach rejected everything but crackers and bananas.
It's been day one of actual eating, and I'm on a very bland diet..... and he is loving it. I looked in the mirror this morning and have visibly lost weight over the last 5 days. It made me smile, looking in the mirror and seeing the smaller body staring back at me. Even though I know it's so not a good thing..... being happy about losing weight from being sick....
I'm giving myself the week. That's it. I've been exhausted and weak, and in no mood to argue with him. I know that this is a blip in the path. I know that while I may be enjoying his visit at the moment.... I know he's the worst influence on me, and he views my health completely differently than my team and I do. A week. Then it's back to the meal plan.
At least that's my plan.