So, let me just tell you that I was being punished and penalized by the wholesome, clean eating spirits for indulging in a few wings on Tuesday night. Never again, mi amigos, never again.....
Let me recall:
Tuesday night, left a meeting in a hurry. Stopped to pick up food for a colleague who was coming over to do some work with me and picked up carry out from Quaker Steak. Came back, wasn't going to eat anything, but decided that a wing or two would be okay (and I was being heavily pressured to partake in said feast-fest activities). Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good, succulent bbq wing or two here and there or a sauce-soaked hot nugget of unhealthily fried chicken appendage. Tonight was no different. I peeled off the skin and just ate a bit of the chicken--I noticed it didn't look fully cooked. DISPOSE. Try number 2. This one was better. Still passed on the skin (maybe wishful thinking it would make them less bad for me). I think I ate 4 total. Go to bed that night feeling good. Even wake up the next day at the crack of dawn! I was doing alright on Wednesday morning. Went and worked out, felt decent. Worked up a good sweat, felt okay. Not exactly perfect, but I just chalked it up to having been vacant from the gym for a while or maybe the frigid temperatures outside and the wretched heat in the gym. I go home, shower up and get my booty into work :) I was excited to have a super productive day.
Fast forward three hours and I feel like I am DYING. I have my head on my desk and a stomach ache derived from Satan himself. What I did to deserve the wrath that has overtaken my body in such a short time, I still have no clue, but I was feeling every ounce of misery and pain that comes with being wretchedly ill and painfully poisoned.
THAT CHICKEN MISTAKE I ATE did THIS to ME! What, how, WHY did I think that eating wings was a good idea EVER, especially after my body hasnt had them in months and CLEARLY JAX they were not COOKED.....Fool me once, shame ON ME! This was totally self-induced.
So, as the day went on, I got progressively worse. Couldn't eat. Uncomfortable beyond explanation. Hot. Cold. Hot. Shaking. Naseaus. GROSS!
I couldn't quite write off the fact that it might be the flu, but all signs point to FOOD POISONING.
Isn't it crazy beyond comprehension that FOOD....yes, FOOD....can make your body flip itself inside out and melt like ice cream on hot blacktop? I mean, seriously.
Lesson learned. Thank you for the totally unnecessary and ridiculously unforgettable reminder that the best way to eat is as close to how the food comes from the Earth. (In my opinion). Eat clean, train dirty. Not eat dirty, train clean....or eat clean, train mean. Or eat whole, get swole. Oh, I can keep going but I will save you from all that madness :)
More reason I believe FIRMLY in a clean eating diet....
Happy Thursday all!