Or is it the other way around? Either way, I’m not eating much. After a long meeting yesterday, I found myself shivering in bed. That on top of the migrainepalooza I’ve been subject to lately I haven’t even been interested in food, and when I do manage to eat something I feel nauseated.
Needless to say, I don’t recommend getting sick as a weight loss strategy. Tapeworms, also not good. Lopping off limbs, bad bad bad. Though I do recall telling friends a long time ago I lost 150 unwanted lbs overnight by breaking up with a boyfriend.
I don’t know if I should feel glad or not that I’m closing in on the 50 kilos down mark under these circumstances. I can say that reimagining my magic number has helped remove whatever was keeping me from straying far from the minus 100 mark.
