a pound in 45 minutes?

Made a pretty stupid food move last night. I saved all my flex points all week so that I would be able to go to the market saturday morning, get a beautiful multigrain baguette from the german baker, rich french brie from the cheese stand, and savory cured salami from Yerkes meats and enjoy it without guilt. Turns out guilt was the least of my concerns. Apparently after eating careful, balanced meals all week my stomach wasn't prepared for a sudden influx of rich foods and staged a violent protest. I'm fairly sure I felt some molotov cocktails being thrown against my small intestine. So my IBS (which has been so under control for the past couple weeks that I stopped taking my meds) reared it's ugly head in a very major way yesterday and I am going to take my meds again for a while. You win this round, Stomach.

In an attempt to sort of reset my body back so that I stop feeling so gross from yesterday I went to the gym this morning and had a really good workout. Just for fun I weighed myself before and after my work out and there was a difference of almost a pound. That seems like a lot, doesn't it? A pound? in forty-five minutes? Yes, I was working out hard on the elliptical and was sweating a lot, but I can't imagine I sweat off a pound...

Off to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince tonight! YAHOO!

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Hunger: not hungry, just super thirsty
Body Image: feelin' goooood
General disposition: chipper
Song of the day: Hedwig's Theme from Harry Potter