Although I'm hearing an awesome Led Zeppelin song in my head, the title of this post is not referring to my love doing me wrong. No, it's about... you guessed it... food. (Well, the more I think about it, maybe this post is about my love doing me wrong lol.)
Sunday was a day that revolved around family and eating. I made brunch for my mama and it was Paleo and delicious. Dinner with Dave's family was a different story. Throughout the evening I managed to drink an entire bottle of white wine to the face. Finishing dinner with a giant piece of cherry cheesecake certainly didn't help anything. My evening ended with a huge swollen tummy and a belly ache. Shocking, I know.
But wait... didn't I just do this last weekend? Cinco de Mayo, which involved a total of 2 pina coladas and 2 beers (aka not really all that much), left me feeling like complete crap on Monday despite getting 9.5 hours of sleep Sunday night. I literally had a headache the entire day and thought, ugh I cannot do this to myself.
So how many more times can I put myself through the same thing before I learn? I don't want to wake up feeling craptastic after getting 9.5 hours of sleep... that's just silly! I don't want to lay in my bed unable to fall asleep because my stomach feels like it's going to explode. So, why is this so hard?
Well, because booze is fun and Dave's mom's desserts are (almost) worth the tummy ache. But there's a difference between having a glass of wine and drinking the whole bottle. And there's a difference between having a taste of dessert and purposely picking out the biggest piece that was cut. I desperately need to find a balance!
Ugh. I really want to stop talking about food fails! Honestly, most of the time I am making awesome food choices and I feel great. But when I fail, it's epic and my body lets me know just how it feels about it.
Do you ever eat or drink things that you know will make you feel bad afterwards? How do you handle treats?
