A week ago I jumped on the scale and decided that I needed to take drastic measures. I turned to my husband and said "I have to lose 10 lbs. in two weeks and YOU are going to help me! Do not let me eat any bread and any sweets! Promise ME!" Now, you have to know that making a request like this to my husband is much like making a deal with the devil. He will be watching me like a hawk.
He turned to me and said, "OK, but you can't be mean to me when I ask you why you are eating a brownie at 10 o'clock at night with a cookie chaser."
I want to lose these last 10 lbs. because I will then be at a weight that I feel comfortable. Notice I did not say "a weight where I will feel like a Supermodel" No, I would have to eating nothing but laxatives for that to happen.
I was doing pretty good with my prison warden induced diet when Emma got sick on Thursday night. It was not pretty. She had caught a serious stomach bug that was wreacking havoc on her little body. I knew she was not feeling well when she stopped talking constantly. For two nights she slept with me and I cleaned up more poo and vomit than any mother should ever have to clean up.
By Saturday night Mary had the virus, then Hope fell and then I took a nose dive into the liquid fire that involuntarily would shoot out of my body. With no warning! It was awful.
Carl went to dinner with friends Saturday night and came home and walked straight into the bathroom to throw up. My husband sick is about the most pitiful thing in the world. At first he was all "I must be having sympathy throw ups. This is all your fault." and then by 2:00 a.m. as he is lying on the bathroom floor whimpering he would cry out, "WHY! What is happening to my body? What is this disease that I have? Will I survive? I think I am going blind. Oh sweet Jesus... I can see the light!"
He also shakes his feet when he is sick so the entire time I am lying in bed trying not to throw up he is lying next to me shaking his foot which in turn is shaking the entire bed and making me feel like I am sea sick and I start looking for a 2 foot piece of wood plank and a sledge hammer so that I can go "Misery" on him. It is that bad.
Today we are feeling better. We thought Aaron escaped this sickness, but he just asked for a Pepto. He is sick like his Dad... he truly believes he will not survive such an attack on his body. Lord help me.
The only good thing that has come out of this situation is that I jumped on the scale this morinig to find that I have lost 6 lbs. Yes, I am aware that this is because I am severely dehydrated so please do not be a joy kill and leave a comment telling me that I will gain it all back when I start eating again.
Let me enjoy this for the moment....