I'm sick as a dog.... what a weird saying. Dogs don't usually get sick, or at least they don't let on that they aren't feeling well.
I haven't tracked my eating in 4 days, though it mostly consists of the 5 same foods anyway: water, orange juice, toast, chicken soup, and my favorite sick food: mac and cheese (don't worry strict weight watcher members, I am watching the portions) I also haven't been able to exercise. I am feeling fat and flabby again. It's very depressing.
I did manage to weigh myself on Monday on my own scale after being away for 2 weeks. It told me that I gained 1.3 pounds. That doesn't bother me too much because I was inconsistent in my eating and exercising. I knew after a few days back at home I'd take it right off, especially because I'll be adding more exercise to my daily routine.
Right now, however, this is stalled because of a stupid cold that turned into so much more. I am on 5, count em FIVE, prescriptions. I am currently on my second day off from work to nurse myself to health. I can't wait to get back to normal...
Girth Just Ain't Any Fun
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