Awful

I pretty much feel awful right now.

I hate food and the smell of it and the texture of it.

And I'm not pregnant.

I'm sick.

Over Thanksgiving (which I vow to post about one day) I was in a house of illness. Practically everyone around me was sick.

I thought I was like a steel house and nothing could penetrate this frame. I even bragged about it to Matthew last night.

Today, I have been invaded.

So, I'm here, alive, hoping to lose some pounds.

Happy December 1st.