Trying to move

Well timing couldn’t have been worse for moving day to arrive.  I woke up in agony.  My stomach was still rioting, my head was spinning, and my body couldn’t keep up with all the drama.  I tried to stand up and make my way to the living room and nearly collapsed (and by “nearly” I mean “actually”, since I did in fact collapse but the couch broke my fall).

So that’s how the cable guys found me.  Sprawled out on the couch in my PJs, looking like I had just returned from an overnight rave in hell.  I wanted to crawl into a hole and die wrap myself in blankets and put off moving until I felt human again, but alas that wasn’t an option, no thanks to the devil.

Then the apartment staff came to take our flat screen off the wall and remount it at our new place.  Upon seeing me, there faces said it all…

There will be very few food pics in this post.  How picture worthy are water and sprite, really?

I’m mostly just frustrated by how incapacitated I am.  All I keep thinking about is how detrimental this bout of stomach illness is to my half marathon training.  I tried SO hard during last week’s vacation to keep myself semi-active so I didn’t completely set myself back in training, and now that I’m back in NYC, on my days OFF no less, I’m forced to stay within an arms-length of the toilet.  GRRR!!!  I hate being sick 🙁

Eventually I made it to the new apartment and successfully set up the tvs (which was shocking considering how slow I am in the tech department and how many cables and cords there were)!!

In the afternoon I tried to eat a little somethin’ somethin’…

More bread and hummus, which sorta worked.  I felt awful after I ate it, but at least it stayed down.  Small steps, right?

After moping around feeling bad for myself all morning, I decided to get a move on it in the PM…focusing on moving helped.  In fact, I got pretty good at ignoring my pain altogether while boxing and packing.

I managed to move all of my clothes (ok, most of my clothes) and all the contents in our bathroom before calling it a day.

Here are some things I’ve learned after just one day of moving (I’m so smart):

• I have too many clothes
• I need a dresser
• I hate moving

Thank goodness Kyle’s parents are flying into NYC this weekend to do all the heavy lifting (meanwhile I’ll be at work Fri, Sat, Sun – haha).  Suckas!  I kid, I kid!  But in all honesty, I am really glad to be out of the apartment while the majority of the moving is taking place.

Dinner was way boring tummy friendly digestibles. 

Frozen grapes, which were eaten at a snails pace (10 minutes apart).

Once I determined my stomach was up for the challenge I decided to have a couple (errr…handfuls) of coconut date rolls.  My tum-tum liked these (finally).  Nice and neutral. 

A few hours later I decided to try something with a bit more substance and had an English muffin with soynut butter.  Look how gooey and melty it is.  I LOVE toasted carbs with nut butter.  Mmm!

I still didn’t feel 100% well, but at least everything was staying down.  What is going ON!?!

I have tomorrow off of work too, so hopefully I will be back to normal and able to make a bigger dent in the apartment moving process.  Otherwise I may just have to sit around the apartment all day and catch up on the latest happs with my NY housewives.