Tardy

Weigh-in for Week 17 was a solid 139, without the point-two-five. I had excellent intentions when it came to blogging, but I got hit by company coming into town followed swiftly by the 4th of July holiday weekend, which was then followed by the post-4th-of-July gastro-intestinal virus.

Fun!

The Fourth of July weekend was actually a blast. We went to my brother's house on Sunday for swimming and sloppy joes (nine Points+ -- yipes!), then repeated that process on the 4th itself, sans sloppy joes for me (I packed some of my lentil soup instead). And for dinner that night I made burgers, oven fries, and broccoli, followed up with Edy's Slow Churned Yogurt Blends Caramel Praline Crunch, which is made of awesome.

My stomach started feeling a bit "off" after dinner, but I chalked it up to two days of being in the sun for hours in the heat of the day, along with the attendant pool chemical inhalation. By the time Choreboy and I got to bed, though, my entire stomach was cramping up. I spent the night in and out of the bathroom, and by morning when I felt like if I could just hurl (I never did -- I was spared that aspect, something of a mixed blessing) I might feel better, but then again maybe not since again with the gut cramping and toilet-sitting...

Uh, yeah.

So. In light of the fact that in the past forty-eight hours I've consumed precisely one piece of toast topped with one tablespoon of peanut butter, who knows what tomorrow's weigh-in will bring?

I think I'm doing better, as evidenced by the fact that I've actually eaten something and it's stayed where it was put with minimal ill effects. I mean, my stomach feels a bit worse for having eaten, but I'm not screaming and I haven't lost it, so that's a plus. The worst thing right now is the achiness (body and head) which may be caused in part by being in bed all day yesterday. So I'm up and vertical today -- even did some typing from work that they brought over -- and my hope is to be back in the office on Thursday.

Prayerfully without a bucket.