two steps back
I ate horribly on my trip to San Fransisco.
On the way there we stopped at In 'N Out (at my request, no less) because we don't live near one and I thought it would be a fun treat.
Once we walked the Golden Gate Bridge, picked up our registration packets and settled into the hotel we went downstairs for dinner.
I had some fruit and a turkey sandwich with cucumber, lettuce, tomato, pesto mayo and avocado - deeeelicious! I could only eat half of it because it was gigantic.
Our waitress took for goddamned ever to do simple tasks so we were in the dining room for over two hours. By then I was antsy and wanted sugar. I should've taken her incompetence as a sign to just call it a night and hail her down for the check (that would've taken another 20 minutes to actually receive. Seriously. She was SLOWWW) but John's work was paying for our dinner as a way to make up for the fact he's never home and I haven't called them to scream at them yet, so I was going to get my moneys worth and ordered a brownie with vanilla ice cream and white chocolate drizzle to-go (after I had to request the dessert menu and wait for it, then request a box for the other half of my sandwich and wait for that...so...slow...).
Finally got the check and headed upstairs. Threw Olivia in the bathtub because the pool was closed for the night and our dinner had taken so goddamn long and hid in the other room (our suite was niiiice) and scarfed the entire dessert by myself except for like 3 bites.
Fast forward to about 30 minutes later. I felt burning behind my eyeballs and immediately mentally kicked my own ass because I knew a migraine was on its way. Within minutes my eyes felt 3x too big for their sockets and my brain felt like it was being electrocuted. I tried to tough it out as long as I could, before I realized that darkness, chugging water and a hot shower weren't going to be enough.
I woke up John, who immediately turned on the damn light AGHHHH!, to send him down to the car to get the First Aid kit - banking on the slim chance there were still some Aleve in there. There was ONE left. Luckily it took the edge off, but then my sinuses got super clogged and painful. For some reason there was Benadryl in the kit (woohoo!?) so I took two and John said I passed out within 10 minutes.
Thankfully I woke up feeling much better, though my sinuses are still clogged likely thanks to allergies. I can live with that.
On the way home we ate at a gas station Wendy's (gross!) and I had a fried chicken sandwich. *shakes head*
Got on the scale this morning and I went from 155.2 to 156.7 in a day. Ugh.
Back on the "food is fuel" bandwagon today though. The silver lining of this whole story is that my body is responding to overly sugary/processed foods like it's supposed to and I'm a dumb-ass for treating it so poorly. Especially before an athletic event.
On the way there we stopped at In 'N Out (at my request, no less) because we don't live near one and I thought it would be a fun treat.
Once we walked the Golden Gate Bridge, picked up our registration packets and settled into the hotel we went downstairs for dinner.
I had some fruit and a turkey sandwich with cucumber, lettuce, tomato, pesto mayo and avocado - deeeelicious! I could only eat half of it because it was gigantic.
Our waitress took for goddamned ever to do simple tasks so we were in the dining room for over two hours. By then I was antsy and wanted sugar. I should've taken her incompetence as a sign to just call it a night and hail her down for the check (that would've taken another 20 minutes to actually receive. Seriously. She was SLOWWW) but John's work was paying for our dinner as a way to make up for the fact he's never home and I haven't called them to scream at them yet, so I was going to get my moneys worth and ordered a brownie with vanilla ice cream and white chocolate drizzle to-go (after I had to request the dessert menu and wait for it, then request a box for the other half of my sandwich and wait for that...so...slow...).
Finally got the check and headed upstairs. Threw Olivia in the bathtub because the pool was closed for the night and our dinner had taken so goddamn long and hid in the other room (our suite was niiiice) and scarfed the entire dessert by myself except for like 3 bites.
Fast forward to about 30 minutes later. I felt burning behind my eyeballs and immediately mentally kicked my own ass because I knew a migraine was on its way. Within minutes my eyes felt 3x too big for their sockets and my brain felt like it was being electrocuted. I tried to tough it out as long as I could, before I realized that darkness, chugging water and a hot shower weren't going to be enough.
I woke up John, who immediately turned on the damn light AGHHHH!, to send him down to the car to get the First Aid kit - banking on the slim chance there were still some Aleve in there. There was ONE left. Luckily it took the edge off, but then my sinuses got super clogged and painful. For some reason there was Benadryl in the kit (woohoo!?) so I took two and John said I passed out within 10 minutes.
Thankfully I woke up feeling much better, though my sinuses are still clogged likely thanks to allergies. I can live with that.
On the way home we ate at a gas station Wendy's (gross!) and I had a fried chicken sandwich. *shakes head*
Got on the scale this morning and I went from 155.2 to 156.7 in a day. Ugh.
Back on the "food is fuel" bandwagon today though. The silver lining of this whole story is that my body is responding to overly sugary/processed foods like it's supposed to and I'm a dumb-ass for treating it so poorly. Especially before an athletic event.