My body may not reflect a gym-heavy routine but before yesterday I had been on a sixty-one day straight streak going to the gym. But yesterday I was feeling sick and it was probably something I ate because at some point I was expelling some really awful gas. Burping. Farting. Awful.
And then it came down to plan V which really wasn’t my choice but I don’t know why I resisted it. There are times when vomiting is the solution. And I think that was the situation last night. There was actually two rounds of vomiting half an hour apart. At the end I think I ran out of contents in my stomach but then I felt a lot better and I almost went to the gym.
But I figured I’d take the day off. And being sick means I didn’t gain any weight…I lost nearly five pounds. So I guess it’s okay to take a day off now and then. Can you imagine how awful it would be to be vomiting at the gym? Terrible.
Some of my family suggested that I was having a reaction from visiting the Reagan Library.