On Sunday night B, hubby, went out with a friend for dinner so I made lil' b a queso and put the munchkins to bed. While I was cooking the quesadilla I pulled out some cookie dough from the freezer that I had made a few days earlier, and proceeded to snack on it while it de-thawed. After a while I became quite full and decided that I would have to put dinner for myself on hold.
Fast forward 2 more hours. By ten I had stopped snacking on cookie dough and decided to throw the idea of dinner out the window, because I felt pretty good and the sugar had satiated my hunger. So who needs dinner and after reading for a while I went to sleep.
Then the next morning I woke up feeling less than great. Actually a wee bit nauseas, and I thought great, I'm either pregnant or I just ate too much cookie dough. I felt pretty embarrassed to reveal to my slumbering husband that I felt too sick to get out of bed and get our eight month old. I mean, who in their right mind eats cookie dough for dinner? Maybe a 13 year old having a "crazy all nighter b-day party", but I am not one of those anymore. Yes, I am a grown woman. I think I need to remind myself of that.
We had friends coming over for brunch, so there was cleaning to do and groceries to buy. So I did my best to act not sick and get over it, but I really wasn't feeling good. So I thought, I'll go do the shopping, that'll help. So me and my 3 year old went to Trader's to get some food. Well, I made it through the store, but on the way home my stomach was acting a little bit funny. So I started driving faster, realizing that something unpleasant was about to happen, and pulling over on the side of the road is less than elegant. I made it into the driveway, turned off the car, left lil' b in the car, ran inside, yelled to B to go get lil' b out of the car, and let it loose in the kitchen sink. Just about an hour before our guests came.
I can't believe I'm telling people this. It's so embarrassing! But maybe it'll give someone a good laugh. B has been bugging me to do a sugar fast with him to get healthy, and me, the sugar maniac, so far has declined, but yesterday I told him I was ready.