Sorry for the super delayed late night post! I tried to write something snappy and hilarious, but kept getting distracted by my need to barf. I caught a gross stomach bug, and am using that as my excuse for not changing out of my sweatpants all day (although, Tony would probably tell you that's a choice I frequently make when I'm feeling great, too). I wish I was "just one stomach flu away from my goal weight" like Emily in "The Devil Wears Prada," but I can tell you I am at least one flu closer to it! I've eaten less than I did during my godforsaken juice cleanse in one day and am too exhausted to be hangry, so I think this one is Tony's favorite diet yet. I spent the day in bed or the bathroom, the latter of which was the location where our contractor accidentally walked in on me. I don't know which one of us was more horrified, but I bet we'll both be talking about it in therapy... And then, Tony surprised me with his most romantic gesture yet.View Article
