food poisoning is definitely for real

The afternoon started off swell. We settled by the fire watching the Patriots and Giants take their places in the Super Bowl. During that time, we also indulged ourselves with several big bowls of chili which only made things a little better. Life was good for Ben and me as we closed out the weekend and looked forward to a fresh new week. In just a few hours later things would take a turn for the worst.

The chili that I have grown to love, decided to make an early AM appearance. I thought for certain I had the stomach bug. As Ben was getting ready to leave for work, his chili was also rearing its ugly head. My suspicion of the stomach bug was definitely discarded. We had food poisoning.

Neither of us has experienced food poisoning and I must admit I thought it was somewhat fictional. Food poisoning is definitely real and my eyes have seriously been opened.

We basically slept all day. In and out of sleep, I started watching Downton Abbey. It’s rather charming; however, I will forever associate the show with the day I had food poisoning. I even tried to check my emails and Facebook, but I felt an overwhelming sense of nausea at the first status update. Desperate for some electrolytes, I was forced to leave the house to purchase some Gatorade. Barely able to function combined with lethargy equals me at the gas station in my pajama pants. My pajama pants. The ones that are hot pink with snowflakes.

It’s fair to say that I hit an all time low.

After 20 some hours of sleep, 15 pounds lost (between the two of us), the Gatorade, and some saltine crackers, I think we’re on the up and up. Chili is currently banished from our vocabulary and most definitely eliminated from our diet. The leftovers are still in the refrigerator and both Ben and I agree that the entire pot along with the chili should just be thrown away.