I spent most of yesterday laying on my couch, trying to keep my kids happy. Yes, I had all three kids home sick. My husband made sure we were stocked up on kleenex and orange juice, and headed off to work, leaving me to fend for myself.
I was practically narcoleptic. I'd stand up to pour a glass of juice for one of the kids, and then I'd have to quickly lay back down before I passed out in front of the fridge. I'd go to the bedroom to grab another blanket, and wake up drooling five minutes later, face down on my bed. We watched about 9,000 hours of television, and drank 9,000 gallons of juice, and the kids ate some frozen mac and cheese for dinner.
I still can't muster up the energy to eat more than a bite or two. So naturally, I stepped on the scale this morning* and was happy to see that I've broken my plateau, and I am now 170 pounds! WOOO!