So….I didn’t make it to the gym Friday evening, so I decided to go Saturday. No big deal right?
WRONG! It all started with my scheduled girls’ night out at The Cheesecake Factory. Since I ate like a pig earlier in the day (see previous blog entry lol), I decided on one drink. Well, I arrived late (as freaking usual) and was feeling peckish, so I ate an appetizer with a glass of sangria. It was my second time trying sangria; my first experience was awesome and was looking forward to trying it again.
I enjoyed the Sangria. It was sweet, tangy, and the various fruits in it added a wonderful kick. I was feeling good, having a great time, and knew what my plans were after departing: Hitting the gym I really, really looked forward to it. I left the Cheesecake Factory at 10:30 pm.
I arrive home at 11:00 after making a few stops. By the time I arrived home, I had a MASSIVE headache. It was borderline migraine, which I get every blue moon. I took some meds for the headache and lay down, knowing I would be okay Saturday and to continue with my plans of going to get my hair done and running errands. I woke up feeling nauseous the following morning, so I took some Pepto Bismol and ate a light meal before my appointment.
I should have stayed home and nursed myself back to health. My stylist re-twisted my locs so tightly I couldn’t see straight from the pain. The only relief I had was when I went under the hair dryer for 50 minutes. (Hooray for thick, coarse hair! Lol) by the time I left the salon, I was dizzy and nauseous! I sat in my car with the AC on max blast for 5 minutes. I barely run the AC, but I did Saturday! LOL it was the only thing that saved me. Later that evening, I’m still feeling like crap and nothing relieved the pain. My hair-tight, head-in so much pain that I couldn’t stand the sound of my own voice! I was terrified…I thought I may have suffered an aneurysm or something…no way a drink would put me in such a horrible state, lol. It felt like a combination of morning sickness, a hangover, and food poisoning, which I have experienced ALL three lmao. Even taking my prescribed medication didn’t help!
Long story short-Saturday night, my toilet and I were on a too friendly basis, you know what I mean? Exercising was not an option, but I was confident I will be better Sunday.
Yeah, right. I feel better somewhat, and I WILL be in the gym, no matter what my head and stomach says. I’ll carry a barf bag with me just in case. Lol! At least I am able to tolerate the sound of my voice.