Why is it that every time I seem to get ahead of the weight loss game, something sets me back? I'm not sure what I did to Karma, but she's got it in for me for some reason.
I seem to have come down with some sort of stomach bug. I cannot eat anything beyond the BRAT diet and ginger ale without getting sick. Blech. I tried a Fiber One poptart this morning and it didn't work out very well.
Alas, I will have to begin AGAIN when this passes. I'm praying super hard that my little ones don't catch it. The Little Little One is napping for longer than usual today, so I'm afraid she is well on her way. I booked an appointment with their doctor for Wednesday because both still have a cold they can't shake.
I tend to be a crazy mom when it comes to sickness with my kids. I was a mess with #1 and he was always at the doc, but I'm a little more calm with #2. I'm a bit of a hypochondriac myself, and sometimes swear that the headache I have is indicative of something more severe. I'm a loser like that. However, my Mom is living proof that if you don't take some things seriously when they happen, it just might be something more severe. Her bladder infection gone awry turned out to be kidney cancer...so imagine how I must think that everything is something horrible!
Say a prayer that this thing doesn't get passed around my family and that Purell keeps its promise to kill 99.99% of germs. I'm lathering myself in it constantly.