Carbauchery

And here is an update on my carbauchery but first, a little history.  Back in the day (and by this I mean November, or January, or February) I could easily consume half a package of Oreos and a five foot tall stack of Pringles before dinner.  Then I would feel disgusting.  Gross.  Blick.  But miraculously, by the next morning the feeling was totally gone, to the point where I knew I had felt gross but couldn't actually remember what that gross feeling felt like.  Got it?  So, of course, rinse and repeat.

After work yesterday I went to Kalispell, dropped off a piece at the hospital for ALERT, then went to Costco for the all-important dark chocolate-covered pomegranates.  I had a sugar headache before I even left the Costco parking lot.  I stopped at Alley Connection for my dinner and ate sweet and sour chicken in the car on the way home.  Should have called it quits right there, but that bottle of bubbly was calling my name....

End result -- you guessed it.  I felt gross.  I would not have been surprised if my fortune read, "You are a disgusting pig."  My stomach hurt, I was way over-full, and I think my head exploded and my brains were leaking out my ears.  I practically passed out in a food coma on the couch, but when I actually dragged my sorry self into bed I didn't sleep well at all.

So this morning, guess what?  I STILL FELT GROSS!  Food hangover!  Thank you paleo; no more of this carbauchery nonsense.  I still have choc poms left (which I will eat not because I want to but because they are there) and have leftovers for lunch and dinner today.  Plus over half a bottle of bubbly.  Whatever is still in my fridge Friday morning will be going in the garbage.

So there you have it.  Lesson finally learned = carbauchery is SOOO not worth it.

For today, I leave you with this:

Yeah, don't ask.  I don't know either.