Yesterday I went to my mom and sister's house and we had a cookout of burgers and hotdogs, baked beans and mac & cheese. Please, no green vegetables or real fruit. Not with my family of origin! I did not eat any cherry cheesecake.
My poor daughter isn't used to consuming fat in such quantities and promptly got sick before finishing her cheesecake. We ended up staying a half hour later than intended because she wasn't quite ready for a two-hour car ride home right away.
Mine hit me this morning. The POMAs as BFF has called them (Pi$$ing Out My A$$). I thought I'd die.
By noon, I was ok so I took my daughter and her friend out to the new burger joint in town. Hey, Aunt Flo's in town and she likes red meat, ok? The fabulous fabulous fries were - guess what? FABULOUS! Omg. My stomach has been uncomfortable ever since. I didn't eat until I was full, thank (insert diety of your choice here)Yoda. But still, I feel ick.
I hadn't exercised yet so after hubby (awww) made dinner, I just ate just a little bit. I wasn't very hungry. He even made his famous mashed potatoes, showed our budding Chef how they are made. I think he is worried that I'm not eating as much as usual. He doesn't seem to get it.
Anyhow, I really just wanted to go to bed. But, my kiddo told me I should at least TRY to exercise. So . . .I got out the Walk It Out Wii game again and . . . walked 2.5 miles. My stomach still feels abused, but my spirit feels OH SO MUCH BETTER!
Why don't I ever remember that when I'm just in a grumpy mood? It's like DRUGS. Better than Paxil. Glad I have both tho, just in case.
Can't wait til my morning weigh-in to see how much damage I've done. The last time I ate fries it wasn't pretty the next morning.