Yoga is becoming more and more difficult with my muscles all tightened from running and biking. I know, I know, this is why it's particularly important right now, but I'm pretty much a yoga reject at this point!! Embarrassing!!!
After my hour yoga class, I headed home via our regular sushi restaurant. My Tuesday night ritual is yoga at Om and then sushi at Tokyo Marina. This has literally been my ritual for the past 12-18 months. Tokyo Marina doesn't have the "best sushi in town", but they are affordable, nice and on my way home. They even always leave out the miso soup from the bag so I can drink it the few blocks home. I think I should be embarrassed that they don't even ask who it is when I call: they know my voice!
In any case, as usual, usual pick up, usual order.
MB was totally fine.
Around midnight, I'm not feeling so well... around 1am, I started vomiting. LIKE CRAZY! I threw up three times before I decided to get myself closer to the toilet and "slept" on the couch... puked until about 8am. When MB got up around 5-6am, he asked why I was on the couch. Dude didn't even hear me getting sick or feel me sprinting around the bed! Needless to say, I was on the couch the rest of the day and couldn't even eat or drink anything. I think in total I only got up to go to the bathroom a few times and drank less than 1/2 glass of water. It was brutal.
After my hour yoga class, I headed home via our regular sushi restaurant. My Tuesday night ritual is yoga at Om and then sushi at Tokyo Marina. This has literally been my ritual for the past 12-18 months. Tokyo Marina doesn't have the "best sushi in town", but they are affordable, nice and on my way home. They even always leave out the miso soup from the bag so I can drink it the few blocks home. I think I should be embarrassed that they don't even ask who it is when I call: they know my voice!
In any case, as usual, usual pick up, usual order.
MB was totally fine.
Around midnight, I'm not feeling so well... around 1am, I started vomiting. LIKE CRAZY! I threw up three times before I decided to get myself closer to the toilet and "slept" on the couch... puked until about 8am. When MB got up around 5-6am, he asked why I was on the couch. Dude didn't even hear me getting sick or feel me sprinting around the bed! Needless to say, I was on the couch the rest of the day and couldn't even eat or drink anything. I think in total I only got up to go to the bathroom a few times and drank less than 1/2 glass of water. It was brutal.
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