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A Capybara is in my stomach...
May. 16th, 2010 06:29 pm...and now I must sleep on a tree branch for a week.
I'm actually not used to eating a lot, especially fatty foods. As part of our weight management program, we've been eating smaller portions, with less meat, and even in parties I generally just nibble.
But today, with going out to watch the Sharks game with some friends at a restaurant- an affair that turned into a restaurant and a pub, I ate, and ate and ate. And I ate bad stuff: tortilla chips; cheese fries; a couple slices of pan pizza; a pulled pork sandwich. We're talking a massive carb and protein load, so when Sandy and I got home, we both immediately crashed and took naps, the same way we might after a night of drinking.
I have places to go, and people to give rides to tonight. And four hours later I still feel bloated and a little woozy. And of course, the Sharks lost. Thus the wages of sin.
I'm actually not used to eating a lot, especially fatty foods. As part of our weight management program, we've been eating smaller portions, with less meat, and even in parties I generally just nibble.
But today, with going out to watch the Sharks game with some friends at a restaurant- an affair that turned into a restaurant and a pub, I ate, and ate and ate. And I ate bad stuff: tortilla chips; cheese fries; a couple slices of pan pizza; a pulled pork sandwich. We're talking a massive carb and protein load, so when Sandy and I got home, we both immediately crashed and took naps, the same way we might after a night of drinking.
I have places to go, and people to give rides to tonight. And four hours later I still feel bloated and a little woozy. And of course, the Sharks lost. Thus the wages of sin.