Last night at the gym a curious thing happened. I did my 190 calorie burn on the elliptical machine that I love and then moved on to one of those weight machines where you twist, for your trunk, when all of a sudden a serious sensation erupted in my stomach and I was certain I was going to hurl all over the buff bodies there. I grabbed Boyfriend and we ran for the hills (aka the car) where my gag reflexes went off like crazy, although I didn't actually puke.

Rough night, came in to work late this morning because I didn't think I'd make it in at all. Mostly better now and am treating myself to Cinnamon Pop Tarts from the vending machine because I haven't eaten much besides bread and tea in the last twelve hours. Also, cinnamon are my favorite.