So I'm mostly over the flu from yesterday - it was pretty bad, and I just could NOT eat a thing! The only thing that was cheering me up was a saying of Frank DeCaro's, "I'm just a good stomach flu away from goal weight".
Update: From chgomccool that this was in "The Devil Wears Prada". I never saw the movie, and I don't remember it from the book, so I'll just have to trust that's right.
I know I lost weight with yesterday's antics, and I'm still not 100%, but the kids have an orthodontist appointment, and I felt the dire need to clean the office/playroom. The need was precipitated by my inability to enter the room without tripping over or stepping on a toy. So I did what I always do, I dumped every bin onto the floor and began sorting. I got 2 kitchen bags of crap out of here along with a bin of Duplo Thomas the Tank Engine set. Next is the boys room where bins are hiding under the bed, and crap hides all over the place. I need to clean it all out in anticipation of boy #1's birthday, and Christmas, all which occur in December.
I do actually feel healthier with the one room cleaner than it was. I now have a place to start at least, and can begin narrowing down the amount of stuff we have. I also went shopping on Sunday - something I NEVER do for myself. I ended up with a couple of pairs of jeans, a pair of grey slacks, some work out wear, and a couple of cute peace sign tees. I also ended up with clothes and Christmas stuff for the boys, but at least I did something for myself.