Aaaaaaww! My tummy hurts! I think I ate a little too much ... but it felt so good at the time. And as Sheryl Crow sings: if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad. That is until you have to reguritate a good portion of your gastric contents because it feels like you've swallowed a brick!
I went out for dinner with a friend of mine tonight and without realising it, reverted to an old eating habit. It use to be one of my worse habits: talking while eating. I found myself so absorbed in converation that I didn't pay too much ... actually, make that any ... attention to how much I had eaten or to the fact that my body was desperately signaling "whoa, girl!" with a song, dance and flashing neon lights!
Subsequently, I put away:
- Small glass of red wine
- Two small pieces of fresh mozarella cheese
- A slice of fresh buffalo tomato
- 5 small green olives
- 1/2 slice of garlic bread
- Small portion of lasagne
- Baby pana cotta with raspberry sauce
- Cafe latte
- Pina colada
Oh my gawd! That is the most I've eaten in ages (although if I was to compare it to my pre-surgery meals, it would be nothing)! Is it any wonder why my tummy hurts?! It was all fine till I stood up and then I felt like I had been filled with cement. As we meandered down the cobbled London streets, our conversation was puncuated with me belching in a most unladylike manner! Thank gawd Nick isn't too hung up on me adhering to the Debritt's Etiquette for Girls handbook 24/7!
Admittedly, it was such a mad day today that thinking back ... up until dinner, I had only ingested two 1/2 shot skinny lattes and six chocolates from the choccie box ... not exactly my finest day of eating, huh?!
Bring on the new year, another fill and some food sanity! *belly laughs ... closely followed by an agonised groan!*
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