This is how I know I am sick:

1. The smell of strong food makes me ill. Come to think of it, any strong smell makes me ill. I had to roll down the cab window last night because I was nauseated by the smell of the air freshener. When I prefer smog to the smell of air freshener then it really must be overpoweringly bad.

2. I can only eat two bites of everything. Unless it’s ice cream. Or chocolate. Or anything-dessert! But even those eventually make me sick. 🙁

3. I have no energy to keep my head up and write or finish a post. I started writing one on how I got sick but it got too long-winded and I gave up.

Pfft.

I haven’t been eating well, I haven’t been working out (- I did one more session of FTX last Tuesday and that was it) and, now, I’m sick. I feel gross. Ugh.

Whatever.

The Chinese New Year hasn’t started yet, has it? And that’s on January 23, right? I’ll do a hard reset then and get back on track. (Please don’t tell me of any other New Years lurking out there.)

And with that, I’m off to lie down. Need to rest before a party tonight.

I’m never too sick for a party.

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And, for the nth time, no, I am not pregnant. For fark’s sake. It’s some sort of stomach bug. I’ll eat raw carrots, fine!