Feed a cold, starve a fever ... I think that's how the saying goes. Not sure what it means when you have a cold AND a fever. I am at the moment a sweaty snotty mess in bed. Very attractive. I don't really have the energy to prepare anything and i can't say i fancy anything much anyway. I had some marmite on toast for breakfast. Then cheese on toast for lunch (is there a pattern forming?) and i just had a cranberry cupcake washed down with squash, two ibuprofen and a decongestant. It's fair to say I feel crap, there is no chance of me doing much exercise for the next few days or spending more than ten seconds preparing anything to eat.
I didn't weigh in this week, due to not wanting to move much further than bed, but i did get on my bathroom scales and there certainly wasn't a loss. I was pretty rubbish last week really. Maybe my lack of appetite will do me a favour in a weird, ill, horrid kind of way.
Gem x
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