We’ve been sick. I’ve known Alex for 10 years and today was
the first time I’ve ever heard him throw up. It’s some kind of stomach
bug. I’ve been down for the count for
the past week.
Our normal go-to feel better regime involves going to
souplantation to over hydrate and get a good healthy fill. Alex has been
rightfully resisting me because of our eat at home pact, but I started to feel
like not going to souplantation is the reason I’ve been sick for so long. A
whole week is the longest I’ve felt sick in a long time. My marathon training
is making me want to wake up and go running every single day. This round of flu
is more excruciating than normal. I’ve refrained from yoga 3 times, rock
climbing twice, and running 5 times. I’m putting on the libbys and its getting
harder to wake up in the morning. I’m getting frustrated and frankly a tad
depressed.
Also its my friend Jeff’s birthday!
Those are all my excuses. We went to soupplantation.
It made Alex feel worse and I broke my gluten free streak
with a single measly cheesy breadstick. I did see that the beets I love so much
are pickled not just boiled.
Here’s the thing though. Its totally okay. The experiment
doesn’t end at day 27. I am trying to establish a lifestyle here. If the rules
are too black and white I am going to fall off the wagon and never get back on.
We had a yearning to go to souplantation and we fulfilled it. It wasn’t a
panacea and we will probably won’t go crazy because we are finally realize that
eating out just may be a tad expensive and not much better than just making a
meal at home.
Although it just warmed my heart to see Alex get another
plate of cookies. I worry that he just doesn’t eat enough sometimes.
Do you ever just fall off the wagon sometimes?