Anne Marie’s BodyBlog

I hope everyone had a wonderful and exciting 4th of July weekend. I, on the otherhand, stayed pretty low key this weekend. Usually it would have been an entire weekend of all out eatting and drinking binge, but not this year. I had off work on Friday and literally felt like s*#t most of the day. I woke up with a stomach ache and although I know I should have ate something to fuel my body, I chose the latter. I didn’t want to eat because I didn’t want to vomit. I’m actually afraid to vomit. Although I know one usually feels better after getting it out of their system, I hate the entire feeling of the act itself.

My friend text me to let me know he was on his way. We had plans to work out together. And to top it off it was leg day. I figured I better try and get rid of this stomach thing so I can get my workout in for the day. I dragged myself out of bed and washed down some Tums with water. Oddly enough, my son, who is 7 years old, told me that his stomach hurt too after I had said something about my stomach hurting. I figured he was just playing the role at first, but later that afternoon he vomitted all over the kitchen floor. Yuck! Thank goodness my friend was there to help me clean it up cause one wiff of the smell would have had me blowing chunks too!

Thankfully, my son was back to normal and feeling much better after that. Me, on the otherhand, I was still a little queasy. I had a protein shake and little microwave pepper steak and rice meal, probably not the best thing, but I had to get something in my stomach fast if we were going to work out. The idea was that I would hopefully feel better if I ate something. I did feel a little better, but mildly queasy still.

Shortly after eatting, we went to the gym and although I was not at 100%, I rocked out squats and deadlifts like a champ! Good thing cause my energy levels started to deteriorate from then on. I hadn’t eatten enough to fuel my workout. I finished my workout with every last bit of energy I had. We had about another half hour left cause the gym was closing early due to the holiday. I attempted to try and see if I could get a little cardio in while I waited for my friend to finish his workout. I got about 3 mins on the ellyptical and I was done. I had no more energy to exert. I slowly walked over to the aerobics area, grabbed a mat and sprawled out on my back like a piece of road kill. I literally felt like I was run over by a mack truck!

We got back to my house and I was still feeling a little nauseous and I didn’t eat anything. My friend continued to eat on schedule as usual, but I couldn’t. The thought of eatting made me feel worse. So we got our showers in and sat down to watch a movie. Later that evening I made some chicken & broccolli because I was hungry and I knew I needed to try and eat something. I got about two bites and I couldn’t eat no more.

Although the loud sounds of fireworks and music filled the air outside my window, I had no problem getting to sleep that night. Afterall, I was running on empty.

I pretty much felt nauseous all weekend. Just about everything I ate made me feel queasy. I was eatting Tums like they were candy. Needless to say I didn’t eat much food this weekend.

I’m still a little queasy today. Trying to get back on schedule with my meals, but taking it slow. I don’t want my metabolism to slow.

I wish I knew what is wrong. I don’t know if I just had a little stomach flu? Maybe food poisoning? Gastritis? I just hate the feeling of not being able to put forth my full effort.