I am sick. Seriously sick. I woke up at 6am and walked barely 5 feet before I was puking. Woke up most of my (visiting) family, so that was nice.

I went to breakfast with everyone around 10 and thought eating pancakes would make me feel better – the thought of grease/meat was absolutely appalling. Needless to say, eating just 3 pancakes made me feel HORRIBLE. I was barely able to make it to the car/stay awake once we got home.

Cleaned the house after everyone left because I’m just that crazy and can’t sleep with a messy house … and then crashed and slept the rest of the afternoon. I woke up around 5pm and had some soup and plain toast (against Jon’s advice, but I swear it (bread) used to cure heartburn/nausea – and there’s just no way I felt like picking the noodles out of the soup).

I haven’t left the couch at all and I don’t plan to. Not sure what’s going on, but I think it has everything to do with chips, ice cream and the rest of the junk I’ve eaten this weekend – even though I haven’t eaten nearly as much as I used to. When will I learn that it’s just NOT worth it?

Jon made some more homemade yogurt today and also made this custard for me.

I took a small bite, but couldn’t handle it yet – will try again when I feel better. Jon ate both portions, so I’m assuming it’s good! I think it might be a little too souffleish for me – I have texture issues.

I think the soup is going to be it for today. Didn’t make it to the gym, but have training tomorrow. Hope I make it. I’m ready for normal.