Seriously? Seriously!?!?!

I swear I don't get sick very often. I'm healthy as can be, but when I get sick I have a tendency to get sick. This could explain why a potentially broken foot just wasn't enough for my body... instead I have a horrendous case of the flu as of last night at 3 a.m. when I woke up and said, "Self, I think you may be dying." The irony of the situation is that I got a flu shot this year for the first time ever. Clearly, my immune system is fucking with me.

It seems that everything wants to hit me at one time in attempt to leave me crumpled in a ball of misery in the corner, crying and whimpering. Screw you, universe!!!!

In other news, I thought I missed the final holiday challenge weigh in and was super excited about it. But no... my coworker gave me cookies as a late Christmas gift and as I was eating one she says, "Oh by the way, the final weigh in is today." I laughed. Also, I gained three pounds, but I was totally okay with that because I thought I gained four. In fact I hopped on the scale after being on vacation for three days and it said I gained 10 pounds, and that led to a frenzy of self-doubt and horror until my younger sister pointed out things like the fact that I was on my period and did not look 10 pounds heavier. Also, it's probably really difficult to eat enough to gain ten pounds in three days. She's very smart, that one.

So here I am... three pounds heavier, injured foot, 101 degree fever, and only just now taking a break from vomiting because my stomach just has nothing left to give. Hilarious, I tell you. That'll teach me to get a flu shot!

I'm sorry if I sound like a huge whiner lately. It's the universe's fault!