I had this huge craving for a five guys burger and fries last night, so after work, I fed my craving.
While halfway through the burger, I thought "you should probably stop". Unfortunately, my internal monologue wasn't loud or convincing enough to talk me out of eating the whole thing. I did however only eat a couple of fries. WELL!
I watched the Bachelor while I digested, had a text conversation about it with Mama C*, then when I felt digested and rested enough, I went to the gym. I had a pretty good, hard workout, but right before I even stepped on the machine, my stomach issued my ass a warning. I neglected it and ran anyway. I didn't feel bad running, but after I got home and took a shower, my stomach and butt decided they'd seek revenge. I was on the toilet all night. I boofed at work. The smell of food makes me want to boof again, but I'm hungry. It's been suggested I have some soup. Had some as well as some Sprite. Still not feeling 100%. Yuck. I am not eating Five Guys again. Of course, me being me, this might change.
*I was hoping Pookie would stick, but it hasn't, so I've reverted back to Mama C.
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