I went to the gym this afternoon (feeling better enough, after work). I stepped on the scale "just to see" and discovered that even with my shoes on I was down two pounds! So I took my shoes off. Down another pound! Three pounds in all. Ah, the one benefit of being sick for a week...I'd tried for two months to lose those few pounds (well, half-heartedly as far as the eating part of the equation--it was the holiday season after all). I got sick without even trying, and that did it. One time I had the flu or something really bad for a week. Elijah was one so this was 9 years ago. I literally slept that whole week and ate nothing. I lost at least 10 pounds. The last 10 of the 50 I'd gained as "baby weight". I thought it was pretty great back then too. The losing the weight part, that is. Not the flu part. It's a pretty sad state of affairs when losing a few pounds makes me so happy. I saw my trainer at the gym and she said, "well, that's not the wa...
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