So this week (and for the foreseeable future) I’m out for work. Also this week, I started my iron pills. One in the morning, one in the evening.
Everything has been going peachy taking the pills, no big issues to note until the other day. I worked like a crazy mofo this particular day. For breakfast I think I grabbed a banana and a yogurt. I skipped lunch (I know, shame on me.) I took my second iron pill before going to dinner with the co-workers just so I wouldn’t forget it.
We go to this nice little Italian place and I order the small whole wheat spaghetti with tomato sauce. They order appetizers and booze along with their food. While sitting and socializing, I begin to feel really faint and sick at my stomach. Naturally, I think it’s because I hadn’t eaten since the morning, and resolved that my food would make me feel much better.
Dinner conversation moved on to asking about my weight loss. I proudly announced that as of that day I had lost 160 pounds. Congrats and cheers all around. Food comes – and all I can do is glare at my food. It looks repulsive. (It actually looked fabulous, but I was feeling so bad at this point.) I manage to talk myself into eating maybe ¼ of it. I then realize that it’s because I took my pill on an empty stomach, stupid me.
Girl beside me looks at my plate and looks at me, then exclaims, “You amaze me, you have so much self-control!” I just look at her and smile. What I wanted to say was, “It isn’t so much self control as I am trying to avoid blowing chunks all over you.”
Now keep in mind I announced earlier I lost 160 pounds as of that day. My birthday had also been on the 16th. My co-workers order me a birthday sundae and they all gather around to sing to me.
Really. You order the prior-fat-chick who is proud of losing 160 POUNDS a chocolate sundae? ARGH. Smile and be thankful. Smile and be thankful.
Miss you guys!