Eventually, though, I felt like I needed something in my system. I tried a banana, and only got a couple of bites in before I decided that was a bad idea. Drank lots of water, still needed a little something. Had 1/4 cup of 100% juice...helped pep me up a little, but still wasn't what I needed. Had a handful of blueberries...they were wonderful, and they stayed down! Seriously, I would have given my right arm for some Ritz crackers and a bottle of Reed's Ginger Brew. It was so hard not to cave. I know juice isn't technically on Whole30, but I think I had a small enough amount for it to be legal.
I got up this morning with a low grade fever, feeling a little better, but still generally like crap. I putzed around, drank water, and rested in the recliner. Around noon, I decided that I needed some chicken soup. I have to say that it sucked to not be able to grab a can of soup out of the pantry and heat it up. I had to make it from scratch. So I got a bag of homemade chicken broth out of the freezer and thawed it. Chopped up a bunch veggies and sauteed...onions, garlic, carrots, celery...very veggie-rich...then tossed in all that was left of the chicken that I made the other night. Simmered for a few minutes, salt and pepper, then into the bowl and into my belly. And it was SO good. My fever broke late this morning, and the muscle and joint aches are slowly fading. Hurray for feeling better.
My husband and a friend suggested that this might have been a result of "detoxing". I wasn't sure about that...would I get a fever and everything? Maybe my immune system was just low, so I got sick easily. I do seem to see a common thread of illness in the first week of Whole30 in blogged experiences that I've read.
That's it. I need to get horizontal again. I'm starting to get a little woozy.
Oh, and yesterday was our 9th wedding anniversary. :) Too bad I spent it sick! It's amazing to me that we've been married for that long...it doesn't seem like 9 years! Through all of the ups and downs, there's not a single person alive that I'd have rather plowed through them with than my hubby. I love you, babe!