Here I am the next day and STILL feel awful. Not to even mention the fact that I felt so queasy this morning that I veered slightly off plan and had two waffles with peanut butter for breakfast, which was the first grains I've had in three weeks. I don't think it will derail me completely, but it still wasn't my plan. I just couldn't stomach my usual breakfast of eggs or Greek yogurt.
Why is it the wine feels so good at the time, and even though I know I'm going to regret it, I do it anyway? At least it's a rare thing for me. I might drink once a month or less. But when I do, it's always too much!

