Five Pounds

This is how much weight I lost on Friday. Granted, it was probably all water weight, but 5 lbs. is still 5 lbs. Especially when you're supposed to be putting on a few instead of dropping them in mass amounts. Not that I'm stressing over that, really--those 5 lbs. will come back and bring friends over the next 4 1/2 months. Thanks to the flu I somehow caught, (and no one else in my family has...yet), I couldn't keep much down and didn't have much of an appetite to TRY keeping something down.

Friday at 1 p.m., when the girls went down for their nap, and having pushed through the morning, I retired to my bedroom. When I woke up, my sister was playing with the kids--so I let them play. I stayed in bed. When Ryan came home around 6, I was still in bed. And, when it came time to go to bed, I was still in bed. A little frustrated and tearful, but still in bed.

Saturday morning found me, you guessed it, in bed. Although I was feeling a little better by then, I had no strength to even attempt to greet the day. So, I stayed in bed. By about noon that day, my body had decided it was hungry--which was quite a change from 24 hours before. So, I ate some soup. An entire saucepan full. And, I remained in bed. Ryan scrubbed the kitchen, swept and mopped the floors, vacuumed, fed the girls lunch, put them down for a nap, went for his usual training swim, and took the girls to the park. He moved a bookshelf in with his dad, then ran to the grocery store, followed by the video store to pick up our "picnic movie" for the evening. And, I stayed in bed. By about 6:30, I felt ready to attempt the stairs and headed down to participate in our weekly family movie and picnic. And, after staying up a little too long, I went back to bed.

Needless to say, when I woke up Sunday morning feeling like my usual self, I was grateful. Very grateful. And, by the end of the day yesterday, I was still down three pounds.