I decided that until the family leave tomorrow, I was going to pick little bits of whatever, get back into it Friday. Not a bad plan - but my body thought otherwise. It didn't seem to me that I ate that much but clearly, I can't take the meat/sugar combos I used to. I felt so awful, beyond awful this afternoon and evening. The kind of way when you can feel you insides have just given up; nothing is going down, nothing is coming up.
I lay down. I drank water. Then, just when I thought I'd just die on the spot, I fell into that epi of Family Guy, when they all drink ipecac. for a bet. Honestly, all I could think was I need someone to hold my ears out of the way!
After that, I expected to feel better but I felt terrible for another 2 hours, and then I fell into the re-run.
Phew. Well, this year's lesson learned ~ I've taught my body to eat healthy food this past year, I've got to stick with it!
So: somewhat shakily, back on the waggon tomorrow!