Thank you so much for all the well wishes. I do feel that I should relieve some fears; no, the vampire bite was not what made me ill. But thanks for asking.
You ladies are crazy.
In other news; I find myself standing upon a very dangerous precipice. The precipice of "If I Eat One More Handful of Chocolate Chips the Seams on My Pants Are Going to Explode." Yep... it's salad time.
Weight gain for me is a multi-step process. It would be nice if I could say, "Hey... I've really packed on the pounds because I eat a bag of Reece's Pieces Cups every night." At least that would a fun reason. But nope. Weight gain happens (for me) b/c :
1. A nine hour work day (not counting the hour+ commute time)
2. An overwhelming urge to recline, comatose as I watch marathons of That 70's Show each night
3. Starving all day (see #1) and then arriving at the dinner table in a completely ravenous state.
There you have it. I stand on the precipice. My clothes still fit (barely). I'm not having to walk through doors sideways or push my drivers seat all the way back in my car... yet. That's why I'm taking action now. Wish me luck ladies. I've got three weeks of working out, eating crunchy rabbit food, and bad moods. Those scary vampires will have NOTHING on me before this is over.