Oh Lordy, it's been a rough couple of days. The stomach flu has come to visit, which just reiterates to me how much I hate unwelcome guests. I was down for the count for most of Thursday and part of yesterday, but now seem to be feeling better. The bug has its hooks in Emma now, and I'm just crossing my fingers the other two members of the Mathews clan remain unscathed.
I'm not bothering with a food log for those days (or this): suffice it to say that I didn't eat much, and then I ate a lot, and then I didn't eat much again, and anyway...do calories even count when you are sick? (I think no-calories-on-sick-days is right up there with abolishing-daylight-savings-time in terms of pressing social issues, and I plan to write my congressman about both as soon as I've caught up on all my TV shows.)
So, I'm taking it easy today as I enjoy one more day of bland foods and no exercise. Tomorrow, it's back into the swing of things. But some good news: I weighed in at Jenny Craig today and lost another 3.4 pounds. Whoo-hoo! I consider this a HUGE success considering my seven days of gluttony last week, and I'm still not sure how I did it. I think the flu definitely helped.
Onward and upward, friends.
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