Feeling BRATy

I don't know what I did to my body for it to revolt in such dramatic fashion, but the past 24 hours have been unpleasant. I've lost four pounds today because I can't keep anything down. My big meal of the day was oatmeal with a chopped banana and brown sugar. I couldn't finish it.

I've had applesauce and toast twice today (half of the much-prescribed BRAT diet) and I have bananas, but the idea of actually eating them grosses me out. I'm probably dehydrated, but drinking a lot of water also makes me stomach go nutso. I'm hoping to rally before tomorrow because Santa is on his way!

In between my naps, Tim and I exchange gifts. I got him a Northwestern hat (I'm so proud of him!) and a waffle maker. He got my a perfume sampler set, a party serving tray thing I wanted and a 13.1 sticker for my car. Say what you want (haters gonna hate), but I'm very proud of finishing my first half marathon and will be putting it on my car when I feel capable of walking out to the garage.

Napoleon loves his Christmas present more than life itself. My mom bought him a toy he really loved when she watched him a few months ago and I noticed that they make the same toy in another shape. The house has been echoing with squeaks all day long and I have an exhausted puppy on my hands.