I woke up at 6am sporting a terribly upset tummy. I was so incredibly nauseous.
At 8:45am, I had moved from my bed to the couch but was feeling just as nasty nauseous. At 9am, with twenty minutes till I had to leave to coach my boot camp, I went running to the bathroom. Out all that nauseousness came. I puked.
Cleaned myself up and headed out to coach, just like that. Don’t kid yourself though, the struggle was real. I ended up having to Uber it there because I didn’t know if I could make the walk with the weights without having to stop and puke some more because of everything.
Once I got coaching the ladies of Empowered, things were good. I definitely rode the positive energy of those I was training but once I got home I had to take a bit of a rest.
No rest for the wicked though, right? Isn’t that what they say?
I had a business meeting at 2pm with my business partner so I had to toughen up and get out the door again. Today it was discussing business financials and a possible location I’m really pulling for. I think we came up with a solid plan with taking some of the burden of the rent off our shoulders so I’m super optimistic about that.
I was suppose to go out tonight for a local bar’s one year anniversary party but I knew I had to rest my body. The doctor had told me to stay away from diary until I get better and I thought I was better, silly me, so last night I had an ice cream cone. Found out the hard way this morning, as mentioned earlier, that I apparently am not yet totally over this food poisoning.
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