I ate really poorly yesterday. It started with a wonderfully big and very bad breakfast. I felt guilty eating it. We went because DH was so excited to go and he doesn't get all that excited these days. It was a "mom and pop" type place, so very little good on the menu. Then I went to my friend's house and drowned some sorrows in a cup of hot chocolate.
Yum. Then I had a huge bowl of spaghetti because I was ravenous...probably because of the bad breakfast.
And yet I lost three pounds since yesterday morning.
Yep, got very, very sick and threw up every two hours all night long.
That's one way to do it.
The good news is two-fold. One, the foods I ate didn't affect me. It's as if I didn't eat like that. Two, I'm not likely to eat like that again. Even though I was legitimately sick and didn't just make myself sick, it leaves a scar, ya know?
That was the first truly off-plan day I've had in over a year.