How do I know when I'm sick?
I don't eat.
It's no secret that eating and me are good pals. Tuesday at 3 p.m., I was happily planning dinner. By the time I got home at 5:30 p.m. however, the thought of food was beyond disgusting.
After 3 hours on the couch, I hit my bed and didn't look back. One rough night and a not-so-terrific Wednesday, I think I'm on the road to recovery. Working out has also taken a bit of a hiatus.
Listen to your body. It knows what you need.
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