The streak continued over the weekend with a three mile run on Saturday and a nice scenic walk on Sunday afternoon. Sunday night is when things took a turn for the worse.
I have a buddy. We’ll call him Geordie. Geordie and I are each trying to pursue our health and fitness goals while finishing up our dissertations. We eat healthfully when away from each other, but when we get together, things most often take a turn for the worse. It doesn’t help that Geordie is a very good procrasti-baker.
For instance, there was the Cookie Dough Disaster in the spring which nearly killed both of us and an unfortunate third party who actually did vomit from the sugary excess of it all. Granted he had also been drinking, but it was mostly because of the cookie dough. It should tell you something about our collective mentality that the cookie dough never made it into the oven to form actual cookies. Yes, we are that sad.
And now there is the Pizza Incident. We made plans to have dinner together on Sunday. Since it was the end of the weekend and we’d both been doing well all week, Geordie and I decided to have pizza for dinner. But Geordie has this weird thing where he always wants garlic bread along with pizza.
Enter the large pizza and a side of cheesy garlic bread.
I had a quarter of the garlic bread while Geordie had the rest and we each ate half the pizza. I didn’t want to eat half the pizza. I wanted to stop after slice two, but I kept eating because it was there, I had helped pay for it and Geordie kept eating it so why shouldn’t I.
I’m an idiot. And my stomach let me know that.
I was experiencing a lot of discomfort. Geordie too but less so. I dubbed my food baby Cibo (the Italian word for food).
Trying to go to bed last night was a joke. I typically lay on my stomach or side when falling asleep. I avoid laying on my back because it encourages me to snore (hey, at least I acknowledge that I do snore). Laying on my stomach was out. Laying on my right side was impossible because it made the pain worse. Therefore I laid on my left side with the duvet packed gently around my stomach because for some reason that made it feel better.
It took a while before I finally fell asleep. When I woke up this morning there wasn’t anymore pain, but my stomach was feeling rather sensitive and I had some mild heartburn. I still made it out for my three miler today, but I’ve been trying to take it easy with my food intake so as not to upset the stomach any further.
I want to resign from the Clean Plate Club so badly. Unfortunately, I think it’s like the Hotel California – you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.