So a few days ago I made a joke about how I would love to get good and sick for about a week so I could just loose a quick 10 pounds or so. No bid deal. But apparently the universe doesn't have quite as good of a sense of humor and decided to retaliate by making me actually sick. Rude. I was just kidding, I swear!
So for the last 3 days or so I have not been consuming very much. No appetite. Food sounds gross. Except Ritz Crackers. I've gained a whole new appreciation for them, sticking with me through this dark time. They are currently my best friend. Well, them and Netflix.