After my self-imposed Fat Tuesday the day before Weight Watchers began and Carter's German class Fat Tuesday (aka Fasching), we are on our third and finally "real" Fat Tuesday.
Unfortunately, mine was a big of a Flat Tuesday.
Got up for kickboxing class. Went to work. Was fine. But about 10:30 a.m. I just felt like I was hit by a bus – or perhaps a float in the Mardi Gras parade. Just didn't feel well. Actually went home, which is rare for me, and laid down... 'til hubby woke me at 5 p.m.
Feel a bit better but will be going back to bed soon. Really whoopin' it up here! It stinks to feel like crap when you did nothing fun to get you there. Hope you had a lot more fun and have the beads to show it!
Happy Fat Tuesday!
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