On the Brink

After coming home from my nephew's birthday party on Sunday and finishing my fireplace project, I started to fell like there was a kettle bell in my stomach. I didn't feel sick exactly, but I certainly wasn't feeling well.

I went to bed at my usual time, and slept all night. At 6am, I knew the party in my stomach was going to erupt, and erupt it did. I felt awful from 6am Monday until about 3am Tuesday morning, but still wasn't feeling great on Tuesday. I forced myself to eat some plain chicken and some watermelon for dinner, and started feeling better at that point. For how I felt I should have lost 10lbs, but alas, only 6 came off.

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