Sending J out for swaharma was the original plan. We have an awesome swaharma place near by and while not completely on plan it isn't too bad an option as take out goes.
Unfortunately swaharma place was closed. This lead to quick texting back and forth of what to eat. Fish and chips was also closed. So I sent J to Popeye's for some fried chicken.
We sat in the living room and the floor with a stupid Ben Stiller movie on the tv and started devouring our meal. I had no intentions of eating the biscuit, but then J informed me that I had to try it and that "it was worth it". They must pour some butter flavouring in their biscuits cause damn it was buttery good.
I did show some restraint. There were still fries and most of the biscuit left over after I had finished stuffing myself to the brim.
But then almost instantly I started feeling the ill effects of what I had just done to myself.
Not only was I full but I was bloated. My stomach looked like I was nine months pregnant with my food baby - a term I had not used in a lot of months. I could barely bring myself to get up off the floor and onto the couch to lounge for the rest of the evening. I spent the rest of the evening lying there like a beached whale hardly able to move and really uncomfortable.
The real effect of the meal came in the middle of the night. I woke up at 2 am with my stomach still bloated and feeling completely full. Then I laid there the rest of the night tossing and turning. My stomach was screaming at me from the inside, asking me why I had to eat that horrible (but oh so tasty) meal.
Was going off plan worth the pain and sleepless night? Nope
Did I learn my lesson? Yup
Will I do it again? Probably
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