Hi, sorry to hear you are poorly. Hope its just a 48 hour thing and you feel better tomorrow.
Haven't heard from dn or her mum since we saw them at the weekend - but that's par for the course, we only ever hear from them when they are in need, so I'm assuming all's well unless I hear different.
I've been pretty poorly myself since Sunday, something akin to, but not really like a migraine all through Sunday and Monday, accompanied by a total lack of energy. It honestly felt as if every drop of life-force had been drained from my body. I know, it sounds over-dramatic, sorry, but I can't think of any other way to explain it. Also have all sorts of weird neuro stuff going on, twitches, pins and needles, stinging skin and loss of balance and grip etc and cognitively I've been about as bright as a bread and butter pudding. 
Was under a blanket on the sofa all day on Sunday, have been to bed at 8.00 pm both days and had to nap with dd yesterday and today just to be able to do the school pick up. Head thing has now subsided, thank heavens, but am still completely wiped out.
Mum was all for calling my neurologist, but I said there was no point, as regardless of how bad I felt, it would all still be considered minor and not a 'major event', so they wouldn't be interested.
Amidst all this, I did actually manage to weigh myself this morning and I seem to be bouncing between 153 and 155 pounds mostly, but was 157 when I weighed myself on Saturday. 
Not really dieting, just eating whatever dh has time to prepare and obviously I'm not exercising at the moment. Think I'm just going to have to let this run its course and then try to build up gently again.
Poor old dh has been run ragged and now he's come down with man flu a stinking cold, so he's grumpier than ever.
We were supposed to be going away next weekend. Had even found a nice hotel that has room for 3 dcs in a family room, rather than having to Travelodge it and two lovely cafe/restaurants in the same village that serve gf food. Unfortunately, dh got all serious and said if an hour's drive to see my neice made me this ill, then a weekend away is out of the question. I tried to persuade him that a change of scene might do me some good, but he was determined. Made me cry as well - git! Its not his fault and I know he's right. I'm just so fed up of our lives being governed my my health - or rather lack of it. 
Sorry, just realised I should have been cheering you up, not having a mega-whinge myself.
Hope you feel better soon and your breakfast stayed put.