Thursday, November 24, 2011
A funny thing happened on the way to San Diego..
Well, I ate about 2/3 of my burger and 4 french fries. I don't know if it was the fries or if I ate too much because I was so self conscious I wasn't checking my "fullness" level....I am still new at this. Anyhoo, I could tell something wasn't sitting right. Uh oh! I thought, "Please don't let me barf right here!" Unfortunately, I started sliming and painful hiccupping along with burps. Oh man...things were not looking good.
We hopped back on the freeway and I was concentrating with all my might on trying to keep the food down and not crashing. I ended up having to pull over on the shoulder to throw up. Fun times. I explained it was probably because I hadn't had fast food in months....she accepted that. The WHOLE rest of the weekend I was so focused on what I ate and how big of bites I took so as NOT to repeat that performance. Makes me wonder why I am keeping my band as this big secret?