Oh man, did Monday come along way too quickly this week! It probably had something to do with the crazy weekend I had, but still, this morning's alarm was not well received (and consequently snoozed for a good half an hour!)
I'm actually really excited about this week. We're moving back to Queensland (the state of sunshine) on Friday and I'm starting a brand new job next Monday, so there's lots to look forward to. There's also lots to be stressed about, because packing and moving is not the easiest thing in the world to do! Especially if you had a 'blow out' on your last weekend!
Most people would consider that a 'blow out' every once in a while is acceptable, and probably required to maintain sanity. But considering I haven't really had one since I started this journey in April, my body has reacted pretty badly today!
I should clarify that my 'blow out' began on Saturday evening at my beautiful friends' engagement party. I'm one of the bridal party, so figured it was as good an excuse as any to let my hair down. And I did. When hubby questioned me as to how many glasses of champagne I consumed and I couldn't actually remember, I knew it was a good one! I think the figure was probably about 20 glasses, but hey, who's counting?!?!
Of course, all this drinking on what was a somewhat empty stomach would have its downfall. I certainly wasn't strict with PB eating when the canapes came around. Unfortunately there wasn't really enough food for me to feel like I'd had a full meal, and so when the rest of the party guests were announcing their intentions to grab some Maccas on the way home, the golden arches had never looked so good to me!
This was probably the point of the night where there was definitely no turning back. 1 cheeseburger & McChicken burger later and I was feeling good! I didn't even give a second thought to how I might be feeling in the morning, especially considering that the last time I had had Maccas would have been over 6 months ago!
Fast forward 10 hours and I was in pain. My body ached and my stomach growled at me. I knew what I had done but I felt so terrible that I couldn't be stopped. I was never so thankful that the staple PB breakfast is bacon and eggs because that's all I felt would get me through! My beautiful husband made me the most perfect scrambled eggs you've ever tasted, and I was feeling better...
It didn't last though! In another few hours, guess what I was craving?!? More crappy food! Specifically, a sausage roll and quiche from the local bakery. Definitely not primal, but I didn't care! I made a promise to myself that I would have some vegies for dinner...
That promise lasted as long as my full stomach did. Then I was definitely NOT keen to go grocery shopping and pick up some real food, and definitely WAS keen to eat some greasy chinese food, including spring rolls and rice.
Let me tell you, after eating this, it wasn't pretty. My stomach which had been growling at me before was now more in writhing in pain. I knew what I had done. It was as if I'd gone on a 24hr bender, with processed food and grains being my poison of choice!
A sensible option this morning was to fast. This would at least give my stomach some reprive. Unfortunately I've still been feeling terrible. I feel like I have constant indigestion. The most I could stomach at lunch was a salad. That just made me feel heavier. If I could take the afternoon off, I would, but it's my second last day at work! So instead, I'm just going to suffer and remind myself of this experience any time I think "Oh it won't be that bad" in the future. Because let me tell you, it is that bad, and worse.
The positive, if you could see it like that, is that I now understand why I am feeling so bad. It's like my body is rebelling against my food choices! I know why my stomach feels like it's in knots and why I feel like I've got constant heartburn. I've eaten more grains in the past 48hrs than I have over the past 3 months prior, so my body has gone into shock! But if this feeling is not incentive enough to not touch them again, I don't know what is.