
So... Today and yesterday I was hit yet again with a case of the nasties. I am feeling a little (emphasis on little) better today (I'm shocked I have enough energy to type!), but still feel like I've pooped (hey, everyone does it. There's even a book to back me up.) out my whole life. As I was laying on my bed yesterday (it was about all I was able to accomplish, other then the emergent run to the toilet every five minutes) I got to thinking about how I REALLY, (and I mean
REALLY) hate being sick. (Funny how that should come up.) However, I consider myself a positive person and even as I lay on what feels like my deathbed, I come up with something that makes me feel well enough to smile (just a little). I muster enough energy to walk yet again into my bathroom. Instead of turning toward the door that leads to my napalm devastation (aka: toilet), a step onto my scale only to be proved right. That's right ladies & gentlemen, after 24 hours of no food, and full-on-toilet-lovin', I have lost a whopping 5 lbs. (I'm trying not to think about the fact that as soon as I take a drink of water, it will all be right back where it feels so comfortable.) But in this moment, dear universe, let me bask in the skinnyness of it all. And as I bid you adieu (for yet another trip to the toilet. Hey! Maybe I'll lose another 2 lbs!!), I wish you all a healthy, happy, and hey, even skinny day!