One Stomach Flu From My Goal Weight...

Okay, not quite. That is, however, my favorite line from "The Devil Wears Prada". Anne Hathaway's character tells the bitchy first assistant girl that she looks really good and must have lost weight and the bitchy first assistant says, "I'm one stomach flu away from my goal weight." Great line. That was the one and only plus on Sunday after about 12 hours of losing my meals. Ugh. Initially, I figured it was just a little hangover as I had a few drinks and jello shots at an MS benefit bowling event on Saturday. I started drinking at about 10:30am and when I got back to my parent's place around 3:30 or so, I took a nap. Woke up feeling ok, but then over the next couple of hours, started feeling worse and worse. After throwing up once, I figured it was done, but I barely made it home and pretty much proceeded to get sick again several times through the night and ran a low-grade fever for a few hours, too. I so don't envy my neighbors, who must have heard me at about 2:30am. I would so not be a happy camper if I was woken in the middle of the night by someone dry heaving in the apartment next door. (the walls in pretty much just the bathroom area are very thin as I can hear them coughing in the mornings- pretty sure they smoke) Anyway, long story at least a little shorter, by mid-Sunday I was up and moving around and had lost 4 pounds. They are back now, but I felt a little better knowing I could wear cute pants for my mom's birthday lunch. 

So, the diet is off this week. I'm running a half marathon on Saturday morning and while I don't plan on carb loading, it's also not healthy, or good for my time to go carb light. Come Sunday, its back on calorie limits and such, but at least for a few days, I'll indulge myself. 

Anyway, there's the update. Not much else going on at the moment- oh except very funny story from work this morning. I was a little out of it this morning when I first got to work and this girl in one of the labs downstairs stopped me in the hallway and asked me "how I feel about being drawn" meaning blood draw, but I thought she asked "how I feel about being drunk" which seemed a rather odd question for a wednesday morning, so I looked a little confused and said "okay". Well, as she continued explaining that they test for certain types and are always looking for new people to test, it finally dawned on me that she said, drawn and not drunk. I didn't say anything, but I figure when I see her to get drawn in the morning, I'll probably fess up as to my confused look when she first asked me. I hope you all had a bit of a chuckle at that. Later.