Well, over a week later and I’m still not 100 %. Maybe 75%. Walking to my car from the office triggers a coughing fit that lasts halfway home. And please, please do not make me laugh – the resulting coughing fits are quite scare making, even though I’ve known this cough my entire life.
The bottom line – I’m getting better.
Sick foods – I don’t even remember what I ate. But it wasn’t Pringles, Campbell’s soup, cake or cookies.
And of course, DH woke up feeling skanky on Sunday so we’ve had another week of this.
But… I’ve started a trend with myself. For the past week, I’ve had nothing from the vending machines and realized I should set a daily goal for myself: only eat what I bring from home or at a restaurant for a planned lunch out. Part of the weight gain is a result of my allowing myself to become immersed in the food culture that is an undercurrent at my current place of employment. (It’s almost like free food is an unstated benefit). By not sampling from the trays of leftovers placed in the break rooms for all to enjoy, I can very easily trim excess food intake. And not feel deprived. It’s a no brainer.