Straightening Out

I spent the last six days drinking tons of water and eating my raw fruits and veggies and cutting my consumption of cooked whatever down drastically. I was rocking. I was feeling better already. I even noticed my tummy wasn't as swollen yesterday. So, of course, in true Gwen fashion I had to fuck that all up today by deciding that lunch would be best approached by reheating an extra ham, broccoli and cheese quiche I had made last week and then put in the freezer. After last night's pouting and general feelings of deprivation after making the rest of the family a huge pan cheese pizza from scratch and then eating grapes, an apple, a celery stalk, a banana and mashed turnip (kind of like mashed potatoes but not) for dinner, I decided it wasn't going to kill me to just eat the damned quiche. After all, it is just one meal and we don't have a whole lot else going on in the kitchen at the moment.

I was dead wrong.

I got really sick. I hadn't been in this much pain since the day we spent in Newport during our trip north over Thanksgiving. It was actually worse than then. So I don't know what that is about. I was fine. Then the quiche kicked my ass. After an entire afternoon of hell on Earth the swelling is back. Even Terry noticed I was swollen again. Had I gotten sick in the middle of the night I might have blamed the veggies but since I didn't even eat the quiche until lunch the next day and then got sick within an hour I know that had to be it.

Mofo quiche.

This is my punishment for being such a piggy. So no more of that shit. I guess the veggies were working. I just need to keep my chin up and quit thinking about the three giant Hershey bars in the door of the fridge. What bother's me more is that normally I prefer to eat things like turnips and celery over anything else. So what was the big deal with the pizza? I guess I have developed some really bad habits.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 06, 2004 at 01:54 AM