So I'm all better now. I had strep throat and was in bed for four days. I took my temperature every five minutes, and I drank sips of cool water, and I watched Say Yes to the Dress about a dozen times. Now I'm on antibiotics and trying to stave off the accompanying yeast infection. Rob and I are going away overnight for a romantic get away, and I'm afraid the fact that its period week, and I have a yeast infection might get in the way of the sexy time. Oh well. At least there will be wine.
I did weigh myself during my sick time, and I have lost 11 lbs. This should thrill me, but sick weight is inherently faulty since it will come back. To win the blitz, I have to keep the weight off for two weeks and only then I can be declared victorious. I can feel the difference in my clothes, and I caught a glimpse of myself in a window and was shocked at the difference.
I'm still a lardass, though, no question. I have a long way to go. But I'm going to eat deliciously during my evening away, and on the way home I'm stopping at Red Lobster for lunch and I don't care who knows it. Cheddar biscuits, here I come!