Pushing the reset button.

Over the weekend, I came down with the worst stomach flu I think I've ever had. I spent most of Saturday night in the bathroom, throwing up every 20 minutes for about six hours (I know) (sorry), and then all of Sunday in bed with the cats and several crayon-colored bottles of Gatorade. In fact, I was horizontal for so much of Sunday and Monday that my lower back actually ached, something I've never experienced before. It was not pretty.

Anyway, I find that one of the very few bright spots of being that sick is that it forces you to push the reset button.What I had this weekend definitely wasn't food poisoning, but it did make me super-aware of the fact that, pre-stomach bug, I'd eaten cereal, two (large) spoonfuls of cream cheese frosting (for my coconut cake for a charity event), half an order of shrimp pad Thai, a root beer, two or three candied fruit slices, an ice cream cone and a veggie tortilla. I'm almost grateful that I've been forced to eat toast strips and chicken-and-rice soup for the past two days; I think my body needed the detox and the reminder that sometimes (oftentimes, actually) being gentle to yourself is better.

So that's where I am this week, and I think the next few days (and hopefully lots of them after that) are going to be filled with more soup, lots of tea, salads, yoga, Pilates and long walks. Here's to pushing the reset button, even when you didn't know you needed to.

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