But food poisoning sucks more. As I was preparing food for the week, my wife began getting hangry from being subjected to The Whole 30 for the first week, so I decided to make a big salad. I put in deer sausage that I had made the week before, deli turkey, and cooked a little chicken to add in. Proudly setting my creation in front of her, she took one bite and scowled, "I'd rather starve." she said sternly. I stared right back, my own hanger starting to take over and declared, "There's no way I'm letting this go to waste, so I'll eat mine and yours!"
Whatever it was, six hours later I was paying for it from both ends. Within a day I had lost 10 pounds, and went straight to the ER for a couple banana bags. Sometimes life kicks you on your butt, but instead of feeling sorry for yourself and making excuses, remember why you started in the first place and take responsibility for your next step. Today I'm drinking my shake, and headed to the track. Marathon, here I come.