Lunch: Three hard shell taco supremes and part of a taco salad from Taco Time. (The "salad" had virtually no lettuse and must have been the "diet plate" since it had maybe a 1/5th the amount of ingredients they did less than a year ago (as I recall...).
Post lunch: I was invited to read Dr. Souse stories to a bunch of kindergarden students. I got to the elementary school early and was invited to snack at the teacher's lounge. I had a bierot and a brownie and a little bit of choclate cake.Dinner: Hungry Man Boneless Chicken (with mashed potatoes and a brownie). I also had a couple of cans of Diet Pepsi.I frigging binged in other words. Then, I felt ill most of the afternoon. It could have been from excessive blood sugar (I felt thirst after drinking water and coffee) or it could have been a reaction to the Taco Time. (This would definitely not be the first time that has happened!!!
) I have a friend, a recovering alcoholic who thought he had beaten the alcoholism; he thought he could control the drinking. He couldn't. He started drinking again, decided that some "whiskey would taste good" (a sentiment I purely do not comprehend!) and ended up drinking so much he was taken by ambuliance to hospital. The MDs there told him the next day "we don't understand why you weren't comatose!"
Wow! The man nearly drank himself to death!
He told me he was going to do all those things the remorseful feel after truly fucking up; I've heard those words coming from my own mouth so I know how it feels from the inside and I also know the abstonance will end and the resolve will fail!!! I probably should not have told him that but then I don't want to attend his funeral...
I too live in a glass house.
Well, we'll see what today's food binging did to my blood surar when I test tomorrow morning.
It was 108; for me, a very low score. Who can understand this diabetics crap???
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