Won't do that again. Ugh. I feel awful.
I've been doing "my own version" of low carb, which is essentially the same as South Beach (except I avoid the artificial stuff as much as possible). Today, I just felt funky. I felt hungry and my allergies are killing me and I didn't sleep well last night. I did not feel like cooking or putting together a salad and I sort of missed the window for breakfast so I decided to have some pasta. Not a lot, just some (a loosely packed cup and a half), with a little butter and parm. Something kind of bland just sounded exactly right.
For years, I've noticed that carb heavy meals make me tired and sluggish, that I manage to feel both bloated full of air and still hungry no matter how much bread or how many noodles I have (unless the bread has butter and/or cheese and the pasta has some kind of heavy sauce...at least then I feel full, although still tired and kind of wrung out) but I guess I've never really noticed it in such start contrast to a week of eating on plan.
WOWZA. I felt so full of air, and yet I was still hungry. Very, very hungry. For sweets. So...off I went in search of sweets. And what do you know, there's that cake from Father's Day (you know, the one I have managed not to touch or even really give much thought to at all) and now here I sit, belly full of noodles and cake. Frankly? Still a little hungry, but also trembly like at the tail end of a sugar crash. South Beach is back on, can't wait for my planned snack of nuts and cheese.
So, lesson learned.