Your host is sick as a dog today. Eating too much food too high in fat has caught up with me and I don't mean in terms of weight gain, though I can guess that will be evident tomorrow when I weigh in for the week. No, feeling this dreadful is pretty obviously the wages of sin from overindulgence. It started with veggie pizza last Sunday and ended with a steak burrito last night. Today? My body's had it. I can't face the thought of food, I'd be unable to keep it down. At six this morning I woke up with a racking headache from strained neck muscles, and the wave of nausea hit me about two minutes later. It's four p.m. and I still feel like hell.
I get it. I get it already. No more fatty foods. Back to low fat, low cal, high fiber, and drinking six glasses of water a day. Goodbye lattes, hello black coffee. Nothing I ate in my seven day binge was as tasty as I thought it would be, so what's the point of eating it? I'd rather feel healthy and strong. This? This is gross as well as painful. I don't care about having gained weight if the lesson sticks. I can't go back to my old ways. Maybe I had to really fall off the wagon seriously to get the point. I do. Please, body, I promise I'll never do this again.
Oh, I'll have something "bad" for me once in a while. But I guess I've changed my lifestyle after all. I am someone who eats whole wheat everything, and prefers fish to beef, and works out twice a week, and tries hard to eat more fruit. If I ever eat fruit on a daily basis I'll be surprised. No, actually, I'll have a personal chef. That's the only way that will ever happen. I like fruit in the abstract but I hate preparing it. An apple is the perfect fruit for me.
So I'm home being sick while John's out doing things in the city and going grocery shopping for me. It's Sunday, I'm not going to miss work because of this, but it's beautifully sunny out after last night's hard rain, and I would like to have worked a little more in the garden. I'm so glad we got most of the work done yesterday. I still need to spread manure on the other half of the rose garden, and I've got to prepare the soil up front so I can plant my rhododendron which is not as happy in its pot as it should be, but that requires a lot of energy. Instead, I'm playing with the Sims and enjoying creating some new families.
The latest is the Diarists. Kymm Zuckert, Steve Amaya, and Rick McGinnis are sharing a house and they make a very nice set of housemates. Kymm wears a colorful sarong and bikini top, and is outgoing but spends too much time on the computer or watching tv. Just like real life! Steve wows the ladies in his retro orange and black bowling attire with two-tone shoes. He's a babe magnet, they all come over to talk to him. He likes to sit in the hot tub with whoever is around. His bathing suit is a pink Speedo; please note that bathing suit color is completely randomized by the game. Rick is nattily dressed in an Edwardian outfit and is the best cook of the three. He greets everyone politely and invites them in, but is prone to going to his room to read a book despite having guests over. It just cracks me up to watch them.
And it's really the perfect thing to do when one is feeling poorly. I can forget about myself while I watch, and decorate, and add objects, and force my Sims to make friends. Time flies when you're a goddess, even one who deeply regrets the steak burrito.
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