Lost 10 Pounds

Over the last week (Tuesday to Tuesday) I lost somewhere between 7 and 10 pounds and it was all thanks to the new fad diet called "The Stomach Flu."

It started at about 2am on the 16th with everything that I had eaten making a mad dash out of my body through every way it could conceive of doing so. This made me unhappy. It also made my wife unhappy because she had just gotten over the same ordeal and was finally getting some good sleep again.

After a routine of visiting the privy every hour on the hour for another system jailbreak of mythic foodstuffs I finally calmed down at about 10am and got some sleep.

I woke with a weird combo of fever and chills (or maybe that is just how fevers work) and parked myself on the couch, covered myself in blankets, accepted the cold wet rag Mary placed on my forehead and put on the pilot episode of LOST through Netflix. I kept thinking "This couldn't happen at a worse time." I am in the middle of a complete overhaul of my business at the theatre and losing time and steam by being sick was the last thing I wanted to do. Begrudingly, I gave in to it and rested because I have learned my lesson on trying to work while ill and how much worse that makes EVERYTHING.

Now back in the land of the living, working my day job and mourning the loss of an entire week I can at least say that I am a few pounds trimmer... so... Allons-y!