Okay, so for almost 2 years now I’ve been on a weight loss plan. I started it after seeing one too many pictures of myself and I did it rationally. I set goals; 40 lbs. by my 41st birthday (July 1/ 2005), which I made, then another 40 lbs. by the end of 2005 (which I missed but only by 5 lbs. so I was okay with that) and finally another 40 lbs. by the end of 2006. I gave myself a full year for the last third because I knew from past experience that it gets harder to lose weight as one goes along and I didn’t want to be too unrealistic in my reach.
Things went well and I kept losing the weight. I eat less and exercise regularly and am in much better health than I’ve been for years. No body builder me, but neither am I a total schlub.
I ultimately decided to stop at 110 lbs because that puts me at a final weight of 180 and I think that’s fine.
So, last week, before Thanksgiving I weighed in at 186. I knew I’d put a couple of pounds on over the holiday, but that’s okay because I’m trying not to be too obsessive and I would just get back on track afterwards. Little did I know.
We went to Iowa to spend T-day with my family and had a nice time. We had the full meal with many MANY great desserts and I figured I’d be working my ass off this week. What I didn’t count on was puking my ass off first.
At about 3 A.M. I awoke to the acrid taste of reflux. I haven’t had it in months now, but wasn’t really surprised, considering how piggy I’d been, so I went to the bathroom to deal with it. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. At around 4 A.M., right after my mother left to join my sister at Wal-Mart I woke up again and decided to stay up so I wouldn’t wake the SO. A couple of hours later my dad woke up and I went back to bed for awhile. Finally at about 10 A.M. I woke with a full blown stomach bug. Let the games begin!
From then until Friday night I had the full run of symptoms, puking, diarrhea, chills, fever, aches, weakness. We had to come back to Chicago on Friday, so the SO drove while I tried to sleep, not very successfully. When we got home I took a double dose of Nyquil and slept until Saturday afternoon. We were then scheduled to go to her brother’s place for our second dinner, at which time I ate about a tablespoon of everything and even that was enough to set me off again. Even today, I still don’t completely have my appetite back, though it’s getting better.
Unfortunately I also gave this bug to my folks, or possibly we all got it from the same source. They called last night to thank me for sharing it. 
As a result of all this I ended the weekend about 5 lbs. lighter than I started, so I’m essentially at target weight now!
So how was your holiday?
