The week of Christmas I randomly weighed myself. I was curious about my weight, because I threw caution to the wind this past holiday season and ate any and every sweet treat that crossed my path.
I was the heaviest I’ve been in a long time.
I finished my 15th worked shift over the past 18 days. We drove home to visit the family, and I enjoyed my Christmas holiday with my family
We visited with both sides of our family, stayed overnight then headed back home. Arrived home, did some cleaning up and I headed to the gym to workout and work off all that darn crap.
I had only made it to the gym once in over a week due to my last stretch of shifts. I had worked 9 straight, so I was achy sore from work, from traveling and needed to move.
As per my usual, I decided to push the limits a bit. Did some sound barbell work and then did some tough mid-line ‘abs’ work. By the time I was done, my gut was feelin’.. a bit blegh.
I chalked it up to being away from training.
I made it home and that blegh feeling got progressively worse. By the time I was home, I was flat out nauseated. It took everything in me not to hurl. Within the first 30 minutes of getting home that Friday night I was in the bathroom. And I stayed in the bathroom for hours. In fact I spent more time in the bathroom that night than I did my bed.
Over the next 36 hrs (from what I’m told) I laid on the couch shuffling from sitting up to lying and sleeping. I would awaken long enough to crawl to the bathroom and come back out to the couch.
I don’t remember Saturday after Christmas at all.
I found out at the end of my weekend, that my lil’ nephew and niece were sick on Christmas morning and they had so very kindly passed on their germs to me and half my family.
I weighed myself yesterday. I lost seven pounds since the days before Christmas.
So much for that holiday weight gain.
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