Why Did I Let This Happen?

Usually I'm happy when I get sick. I can sleep in. I'm disinclined to ingest many calories. I can skip the gym without feeling remorse. But this weekend was horrible.

I called in sick on Friday because I couldn't stop sneezing and my head was killing me. It poured all day Friday and Saturday making me feel extremely lethargic. But I couldn't bring myself to do even the simplest activity. I let the boyfriend talk me into ordering pizza. I was honestly too weak to even stand in the kitchen long enough to make something to eat. Instead we curled up with pizza and watched District 9.

Temporary joy. I can't eat while I watch something, I never pay attention to how much I've eaten. It's like smoking. I feel relaxed and rewarded now, but at what cost?

I couldn't even step on the scale this morning. I don't want to know.

Slim fast for breakfast.
Bought another for lunch.

Looks like I'm going for an hour walk today. Thinking about skipping class, emailing my article in and hitting the gym tonight. Maybe if I throw in a manicure and tan after the workout it'll feel more like a treat than the punishment it really is.