Food Hangover

What is it about breakups and boy  troubles that cause most gals I know to comfort themselves with food?  
On Friday, I went over to a girlfriend’s for dinner followed by a detailed post-mortem concerning her latest run-in with her Ex.  

The dinner we shared was tasty, although it had to have been processed since it was a frozen pizza that we stuck in her oven. I was going to decline the wine, but I did have some (you must understand that the story about her Ex was truly awful and definitely wine-worthy).

It was a mistake.  Even though I hadn’t noticed that I felt a whole lot better in diet rehab, I can tell you that I felt much WORSE upon checking out for the evening and eating a processed meal. 

Without going into too much detail, I will say that after suffering some tremendous cramps, the pizza did not stay with me for long. It became clear to me that the diet Meghan prescribed is obviously working and much better for me than my dinner had been.

So, Saturday and Sunday were all about detox. I only allowed myself green tea, I ate plain oatmeal for breakfast both days followed by fresh fruit for snacks.  My dinners were light consisting mostly of soup, although I did add a few nuts and beans to add some protein.  

The caffeine withdrawal was pretty brutal.  I felt slightly hungover and headache-y all weekend.

But it was worth it. This morning I woke up energized and ready for the week ahead.

The skeptics might argue that my experience with the pizza on Friday was a coincidence–that I would have been ill whether I ate pizza or organic greens. And they may be right. All I can tell you is that I felt great until that evening and in spite of my crappy weekend, my tummy was fine on Saturday and Sunday.  You may not be convinced that Meghan’s dietary prescription works, but I certainly am. 

In a funny way, Friday night’s debauchery made me re-evaluate why I checked into rehab in the first place. I thought I was committed before and it was not until I fell off the health train that I realized how much stronger I will have to be.  

The photo above was taken as evidence of my transgressions by yours truly.