The biggest shock in this weeks weigh in? THERE IS NO WEIGH IN! But there is a very good reason why, and no, it’s not because I’ve fallen off the diet wagon. I actually started the week off really strong!
Flu is a bastard. Flu is ruining my whole life (well, my social life for this week).
This Week
Hubby went on a lads night out last Saturday. Sunday he was hungover. Monday he was like death. Tuesday… It got me too! I got home from work with a bit of a cough, scratchy throat, but OK. Sorted out the kids etc. Decided to sleep on the sofa bed because Hubby was a nasty coughing germ fest and deserved the bed to himself (away from me). Woke up Wednesday morning feeling like absolute hell. Called in sick to work (which I never do) and slept for the next 48 hours.
Weigh In
Well I could go and get on the scales. But I don’t want to. I haven’t moved for 3 days, and I haven’t eaten for 3 days. Sitting here typing this is the most animated I have been since Tuesday. AND THAT SUCKS! Because do you know what I should be doing right now? I should be in Manchester. That’s right, I should be in that hotel room with my work bestie, getting tanked and tarted up for Elvana. But no. Instead I’m sat in my dressing gown under a duvet with my laptop and a bottle of Bronostop. It’s not glam, it’s not sexy, it’s shit.
Next Week
Next week will mostly involve me sulking. Hopefully I will have regained the lung capacity I have previously used to, and the ability to walk rather than stumble in a flu induced brain haze. But I will still have missed Elvana.