If you've ever seen the movie "The Devil Wears Prada," you can appreciate this line from the movie:
"I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight."
Well, last night I had a weight-loss experience.
Except it wasn't the stomach flu...it was food poisoning. From 3 am-7 am, I was up every hour moving closer and closer towards my goal weight. It. Was. Miserable. I wouldn't wish that one my worst enemy. I believe I have recovered...I just feel really weak. I'm downing bottled water to rehydrate, amidst planning my sister Lis's birthday celebration this evening. And I am also going into interior-designer mode, since my dadddy asked me to plan new floors and counters for the kitchen. They must trust me. :)
Just thought I'd fill you in on my horrendous evening and upcoming plans. Happy Saturay to all!