In the past three weeks I have gone on two separate vacations. This Thursday I am heading out again. My body is exhausted. I can tell that it hates what I’m feeding it. I threw up while in Georgia at my sister’s and I puked on our not-quite-camping trip this past week. What the fuck is wrong with my body?
I am pretty sure that I was dehydrated. Sure, I drank water but not as much as I should have. I was surrounded by sodas! And beer! Two things that we don’t keep in our house. I also had to endure the sights and smells of meat being cooked and eaten all around me. My sister didn’t consume her usual amount of meat while I was there (I cooked most of our meals when I visited) but our camping trip was another story.
My brother-in-law’s wife is a good cook. She claims to enjoy it. What she enjoys doing is filling the cabin with the scent of cooking flesh. Brats boiling on the stove. Brisket slow-cooking in the crock pot. Maybe my stomach couldn’t handle me even smelling meat. Hey, it’s possible.
ANYWAY. I also ate a lot of junk food (ie- chips, cookies) that I don’t normally eat. My body cried “Uncle!” in the only way it can – by making me vomit.
I get it, body, you’re upset.
I am detoxing this week. At least, until I go to New York on Thursday morning. I’m not doing it in a last-ditch effort to lose a few pounds. Fuck that. I’m doing it because I feel like shit and I want the toxins out of my body.
So instead of puking? I’ll be pooping. A lot.