So, I told you I was sick for a week, more or less. It started out with what I thought was an normal reaction to drinking. You've all been there, I know that, but in my case I actually thought that someone must have spiced up my drinks a bit 'cause I really felt like shit. And it didn't go off until today. Anyway, living on barely nothing is not something I recommend. So people who live out of rice cakes and water, I don't get it??
The benefits of having an upset stomach for a week is for starters this: You loose a lot of weight and hey, that sounds great. NOT. Because the weight you're actually loosing is water and on plus you loose capability of for example, acting human and the whole eating thing is nothing you manage to do. You look extremely much like a starved jew back in the WWII days and you don't fancy any kind of human contact. Plus you smell so bad. It got so bad I thought I might have gotten some kind of hepatitis or an offspring of it. People were like "You like fine, really" and my response to that is "makeup....makeup...makeup". Well sometimes not even the makeup stays in your face because you're sweating so heavily that it comes off.
The worst part was when my flatmate came home and asked me why the apartment smelled bad and I instantly, "I think it's me, I'm so sorry" than I hunched back into my room and stayed there.
But now it's over or at least I think so. We'll see.
I was going to show you a picture but in a lager scale it looks terrible. My face, dios mio. Kids, don't ever try this at home.
Hasta luego,
Louise
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