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So there I am! Living it up in my 30-somethings with a ridiculously hot hubby, 3 seriously outgoing matter-of-fact smart beautiful kids, a cat named Roxii that just won't quit, 2 chihuahuas named Lokii (what was I thinking) and Brodii who don't understand the concept of pee outside.

I'm a strongly opinionated, outspoken, inappropriate and absolutely unapologetic chick going through this thing called life and trying to do it with my sanity intact. So far, this isn't working out so well!

Follow me as I confession myself straight to the LCBO. My rants, my way...you've been warned ;) Xo

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The Karma Flu

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You want to know what it's like to get kicked in the ass with a serious case of karma flu? Honestly I have no other way to describe the horror of my life over the last 7 days.

Last Sunday started off as a regular day. I got up, it was my day off, I figured I'd be chilling around the house, maybe catch up on some tv series stuff and most importantly, watch baseball.

The day was good. Or so I thought. I finished eating around 530/545pm and as I sat down to get ready to tune into some pre game sports news I started to feel off. I kind of felt like I had been at a Mandarin buffet and was not planning on eating...ever again
...as in ever, never. I was feeling super full and my stomach started to be a little off.

Fast forward to the late evening and I was pretty sure I was going to be praying using my porcelain temple at some point.

I pause the story here to point something out. I absolutely hate throwing up. I will do anything and everything in my power to not let it win. Yes I know, toss the cookies, feel much better. But it is that few moments before that I just can't deal with. If it just came in violent bursts with zero warning it would be so much easier to deal with.

Move along to Monday and I am full blown 'if I smell anything in this house except fresh air I will most likely turn into an F5 category right before your eyes'. I have never felt like a bigger bag of shit than I did Monday...except it continued. Sunday night to Monday night right through until Friday night when my husband said to just take a gravol. I lost count of the number of times I threw up and quite frankly once that started I thought for sure, 24 hours and I should be good. Nope. Not even 48. Or 72. Or even 84. Nope it lasted from Sunday evening until Saturday night. Today is the first day I haven't been afraid to burp, turn my head, eat food or power watch some tv series. No dizziness, no queasiness and thank the gods of digestive systems, no vomitting. Gravol became my bestest friend.

So yes I didn't eat or drink anything for days, I dropped 8lbs in less than a week. It was always amazing. Almost because I knew that scale number was only a result of the no food or drink (NOTE: yes bitches I still weighed in, this is me!!! Don't judge lol) and it was fun...while it lasted. Two days post stomach apocalypse I have managed to gain back all 8lbs and a little more. But right now? Right now I dont give a shit. Karma kicked my ass. Karma kicked it so hard her shoe came out my mouth.

I should be fully back to normal again. Gradually as the sights and smells of food don't tickle the back of my gag reflex I will get my ass back into gear and carry on. Right now the mere thought of a few foods, which in keto I depend on, aren't working for me just yet. I have been asked if it is keto flu and the answer is NO, nothing to do with it. So many bugs going around and clearly I was lucky enough to harbour one.

Until then...