I caught the flu and I caught it hard. I was up all of Monday night sick as a dog. This is how my day went yesterday: Attempt to get up a couple times in the morning and find myself incapable of doing so until 1:45 in the afternoon. Relocate to the couch and watch movies and TV shows until 9:45 in the evening, getting up from the couch only 2-3 times in that 8 hour span. Go to bed just after 10 pm and sleep until 9 o’clock the next morning.
Through this whole ordeal the quote, “I’m just one stomach flu from my goal weight,” from The Devil Wears Prada has been in my mind. I weighed myself Monday night before the parade of everything the flu brings began and then I weighed myself this morning. Six pounds people. Six pounds is what I’ve lost off my carcass. Ugh.
