This is the third time in as many weeks that I’ve caught this fecking bug and it’s taking it’s toll! My lovely other half was struck down on Christmas morning and so had to stay at home whilst I went to my Mum’s…I was being a little smug convinced that, having already had it twice, I couldn’t possibly get it again. Wrong! As soon as I put down my knife and fork after tucking into Christmas dinner, I had to do a mad dash from my Mum’s house and drove across town like a lunatic, ringing Rob on the way – shouting at him to get the front door open ready for me to dash up to the bathroom! First of all it began with the bottom half, and then I proceeded to throw up all night…I lost count after the eighth time! We spent Christmas night moaning and groaning in bed…in pain and feeling very sorry for ourselves! Boxing Day I was absolutely shattered, leaving my other half to drag himself to the horses and check that they were okay, throw in a load of hay and top up their water…poor things had to stay out in the rain, but we couldn’t guarantee whether we could go up and let them out, so loaded the field with hay and made sure they had plenty of water…they seemed more than happy this morning!
Feeling slightly more human this morning, and having had to get up for the horses, I popped into class to find out I’d lost 6lbs! Woohoo! Some would attribute this to the sickness, however I was very much an angel for the past week and refused the cauliflower and broccoli cheese, the stuffing and the Yorkshire pudding during Christmas dinner. I was expecting to lose, but not that much…if I can stay on track over New Year – and I don’t see any reason why I can’t – then I could have my 8.5st award next week…only 1lb needed!
I really hope you all had a lovely Christmas…I’m not feeling up to my usual long blogs today, but I will be back in 2013!
Love to you all,