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Nasty
Mr. Hubby's been down and out for the past 3 days
with the flu. Nasty stuff and I fear I've got a touch of it myself. Figures.
After I gave him the Tamiflu, too. Oh well, truth be told, the medication
didn't work for me last go-round and most of those meds interfere with
the far more important 5HTP and Hoodia.
I've become an empty pit and yesterday went overboard. I thought I swore
off those power bars but went to Costco and got a big pack, getting blindsided
by the monstruous 30gm. of protein in one bar. Dummy me forgot to look
at the fat content. One bar eats up a third of my daily fat gram allowance.
Phooey. And yesterday, notning satiated me. Not the Hoodia, not the HUGE
salad with a Boca burger (mostly protein, little fat or carbs) on top
and when I went to fix dinner for the young uns, ended up eating a big
plate myself. Yes, I probably shouldn't kick myself too hard since it
was spaghetti squash with sauce and meatballs. All relatively healthy
seeing that I used prepackaged meatballs. And since I was achy and exhausted,
I didn't get on the treadmill. Crap on a stick.
I'm not feeling much better today but I'm going to see how my body handles
the treadmill just the same. Wish me luck. :P
A good dose of verbal medicine wouldn't hurt... [
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