Day 2: Well, the unthinkable happened.  I got sick.  Shitballs.  There is nothing quite like waking up 2 hours late for work to get your pulse pumping.  It should have been obvious I wasn't feeling well when I woke up so late, but my adrenaline kicked in and was dulled with the blinding fear I would stroll into work WAY later than I should and endure the stink eye.  Had pomegranate kefir for breakfast before leaving work due to dizziness, sore throat and fever.  Managed to get down a chicken over greens salad with about a TBSP of dressing before assuming my spot on the couch.  Had no appetite for food, but since I needed something on my stomach so I wouldn't ralph up cold medicine, had some fresh blackberries.  Did V abs and Goop arms (1st time I tried them-LOVE), so not the goal I had in mind for the day, but considering I felt like death, it'd have to do.  Luckily Steve heeded my incessant requests for ice cream; my throat felt like I'd been chewing glass.  Clearly vanilla ice cream is NOT clean eating, but I was desperate to make the fire in my throat go away.  On a happy note, I was down 1.2 pounds.