Digest.

I wrote about my weekend on a notepad window at work, and didn't bother to post it. It's still there. Maybe I'll leave it that way. Writing TMI at work and then posting it via the corporate network isn't appealing to me.

After two weeks of restricted/no starch, Garret & I decided to schedule a cheat day. We went all out with a big Brown Bag Cafe breakfast (the fruit omelet was much better than I thought it would be) and that evening we splurged on our favorite pizza at the Greenwood Romio's. I had a digestive reaction to the breakfast about an hour after we got home from the Brown Bag and figured that was that. The reaction after Romio's wasn't too much of a surprise either. I knew I'd pay for punishing myself with garbage food.

Thing is, it's Monday night and I'm still paying for it. Our cheat day was Saturday.

I haven't eaten much all day due to nausea and other random abdominal pain. At one point on Sunday I weathered a chest spasm and thought I was dying a horrible death. Tylenol and ice took the edge off of the pain and I napped. Ugh. Who knew that two "decadent" meals could do so much damage? I've learned my lesson. If I have to have a cheat day, take it easy.

I hit my pre-Google weight on Saturday morning, too. Maybe I'm still there (considering all the non-eating I've been doing). I'll find out next weekend.