What an odd and interesting day Let me take you back a few weeks though.
I have been losing weight for the past few months because:
- since my knee injury, exercise is very limited. I went from exercising 6 days a week down to zero.
- the last time Juan visited, we did some heavy eating and drinking.
- I wanted to create room for pasta and pizza and wine while I was in Italy.
I dropped around 20 pounds back to the weight I should be. Sometimes I used good ad healthy methods for these results, and sometimes I used poor methods- like cramming for a test and pulling all nighters–you may get results, but you may suffer for it.
The last part of this week I have been increasing my food intake to prepare my body for heavier loads and the last few meals, my body would get a little sick to my stomach.
After I ate Monday night, my stomach started having problems and feeling very nauseous. Come Wednesday I almost called in sick to work, and suffered through the day. I was hoping it was just stress from the trip.
Today, Thursday, I woke up at 4:15 am for my trip. Before Robbie even arrived to pick me up, I had already knelt at the toilet in anticipation of vomit. Fortunately it never came. But it got really bad. A few ties I had to run upstairs. I was nervous that they wouldn’t let me o the flight or worse, that I would be throwing up on the plane.
I had Robbie make na emergency stop at CVS where I picked up a sprite, some zantac and CVS brand antacid.
Just in the nick of time the zantac kicked in. I was partially hoping Robbie would drive slower as I wasn’t ready to be at the airport feeling this way.
I could feel the drug kicking in just before I got there an shortly after I did arrive, I felt a lot better.
But it wasn’t gone. It went through waves all day. Some moments it felt like the ed of the world and at other times I felt great.
I went thru the maximum allowed for a 24 hour period. I’m hoping I survive this flight I am on at the moment.
My flight this morning from San Diego to New Yor, I was in seat B. I had booked each flight to have the aisle seat as I sometimes get a little claustrophobic in tight spaces.
So I get on this flight and to my surprise I am in the middle seat. Fantastic. But this turned out to be one of the couple of good surprises of the day. It happened to be the exit row and the leg room was massive for a coach seat. i sat there, stretched my legs, happy.
I was kept company by a few Cd’s I bought on itunes last night. A couple by the one-man band Coconut Records; the solo live album by Noel Gallagher of Oasis; some Sia; and a little Jason Mraz
I arrived in New York and although I had a very short layover, I went and hung out in the American Airlines Admiral Club. That club is so worth it. You enter the room and it has abn aura ofpeace and calm,m not like the chaos and fear of the terminal.
I got myself a ginger ale and took another zantac. I was feeling nauseous and was hoping for calm to envelop y insides (sadly as I sit on the plane and write this, that hasn’t happened).
(another thing, as I sit here, the lady in front of mejust let the stewardess have it).
I board my flight to Milan and I’m disgusted at first by my row. There was chip debris everywhere. It was like I was i my living room. As wegot closer to take off though, I began to love my seat and row. 5 minutes before take off, and the seat next to me was still vacant.
We pulled away from the gate and I was happy. Despite having and up and down sick day, I’m on an international flight with a full row to myself, drinking some sprite and watching “Yes Man.”
Only about 9 more hours to go and I’ll be in beautiful Lake Como.
Ciao Bello
We took the train 40 minute’s to Lake Como. Then we caught a boat that took us slowly town to town for 2 hours before we reached Bellagio. The lake is really peaceful and beautiful.
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