Waking up this morning felt like waking up the morning after a marathon. Not that I would know what that feels like, I can only assume. We slept until our stomachs woke up us and waddled to the breakfast buffet. I filled my plate with carb-dense foods to ease my pain including a blueberry bagel, cornflakes, and mini waffles. After eating, we retreated to our room to watch movies on Netflix until checkout.
For lunch we enjoyed our leftovers from dinner at Friday's and talked. Since we were too tired to do anything, we decided to head home. We made a quick pit stop before leaving and purchased large bottles of water, prunes, Gatorade, and watermelon. Everything to help us sooth our stuffed stomachs.
When we pulled into town, we stopped at Taco Bell for our last bad meal and I spotted a flock of ducklings. My husband encouraged me to go up to them and he bought me some snacks to feed them. They were too cute and completely made my day. I loved their little quacks and watching them scurry to find crumbs.
When we got home, I laid down on the couch and stayed there for a few hours. Every part of me is either sore, sunburned, too exhausted to move, or a mix of everything. This weekend was well worth it and I am so lucky to have spent the past few days with my amazing husband celebrating my birthday.
I might not eat tomorrow.
Over and Out,
The Girl with IBS
For lunch we enjoyed our leftovers from dinner at Friday's and talked. Since we were too tired to do anything, we decided to head home. We made a quick pit stop before leaving and purchased large bottles of water, prunes, Gatorade, and watermelon. Everything to help us sooth our stuffed stomachs.
When we pulled into town, we stopped at Taco Bell for our last bad meal and I spotted a flock of ducklings. My husband encouraged me to go up to them and he bought me some snacks to feed them. They were too cute and completely made my day. I loved their little quacks and watching them scurry to find crumbs.
When we got home, I laid down on the couch and stayed there for a few hours. Every part of me is either sore, sunburned, too exhausted to move, or a mix of everything. This weekend was well worth it and I am so lucky to have spent the past few days with my amazing husband celebrating my birthday.
I might not eat tomorrow.
Over and Out,
The Girl with IBS
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