So, this time last week I had grand plans for the week ahead. I was going to excercise every day. Like a woman possessed even. I was a bit bummed about my gain and I was going to do anything in my power to fix it.
Well, it seems, it went beyond my control.
Sunday was fine, well if you don't count the residual seediness from the Saturday nights adventures.
Monday, ahhhh Monday. Migrane day. A headache and nausea so bad that the hubby had to stay home to help me with the kidlets.
Tuesday. All good for me. Excercise did get sidelined by a very sick husband.
Wednesday. Slight twinges of a headcold. Oh shit. This CANNOT be good.
Thursday and Friday. Thought I was dying. Well, maybe not dying, but I definatly took feeling like crap to a whole new level.
And yesterday....Managed to eat lunch AND dinner. The most I'd eaten since Wednesday.
So, on to the scales I hopped this morning. To be honest I was expecting to have lost a bit of weight. I have found this tends to happen when one is crook and, well, basically does'nt eat for four days. Still I was a wee bit surprised when those little digital scales blinked a few times and settled on 111.1. Yep, not a typo, 111.1kg's.
A whopping 1.9kg's has dissapeared from my frame since last Sunday. Part of me thinks Woo Hoo Awesome!! The other part thinks Oh Shit!! I need to keep this up the healthy way!!
Ah well, with everyone behind me I know I can do it. Watch this space.
J
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