It's been a crazy week. It started off with feeling really, really, really tired on Friday and mostly doing nothing but some low level housework and watching television all day - which I never ever do (the TV part, not the housework part). I pretty much squandered about 12 hours alternately dozing and watching food porn. I had zero appetite and a wicked headache that carried through til Monday afternoon.
As the weekend wore on, I felt more and more tired and "sick". I cooked a lovely Easter dinner on Sunday but had no inclination to eat it - I picked at it and packed up a ton of leftovers, much to the glee of my youngest son who spent the next three days eating them because I was not up to doing anything from Mon-Wed. I did go out and try and run Monday night - if you can call the ridiculously slower than normal shuffle I was doing - running. Leigh was wonderful to put up with me and stick with me for the intervals.
Anyway long story short, I've eaten very little this week except for Liptons Chicken Noodle Soup and saltines. Let's just call it salt dissolved in water. Today I feel more human but definitely am bloated and retaining sodium and water, my hands and feet are swollen and I feel like a beached whale. I highly doubt I'm going to see any kind of loss on Saturday morning. Whatever gain there is, I know will be temporary but I just hate seeing it. Today was a better eating day but still not 100%. It turns out I had a reaction to a new diabetes medication that both upset my stomach so I was vomiting everything I was eating/drinking as well as it causing my blood sugar to go far too low and major headaches.
For anyone who has any type of metabolic disorder, undereating is very very bad - just as bad as overeating and just as hard to recover from both metabolically and emotionally.
I'm planning a hot bath, a good night's sleep and an on plan day tomorrow and my normal Friday night running clinic. Keeping my fingers crossed life is back to normal tomorrow.