Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
November 21, 2002
Praying to the Porcelain Goddess
Bleh. I wish I didn't have such an aversion to puking - it would make things so much easier for me. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm sick. My stomach felt funny all day, but not enough to make me think I'd be ill. So I carried on with my life as usual, except that I nearly doubled my cardio at the gym. I felt weak but good after an hour on the bike and was voracious when I got home. I think that was the culprit - somehow, I managed to eat more than a head of broccoli in addition to a potato and a pear. I knew I should've stopped, but my body was screaming for food, particularly tasty green things. A couple hours later, I was on the floor in the bathroom, doing just about anything I could to keep from losing my dinner. Everytime my stomach tried to evacuate, I'd force it into submission, which only made it feel worse. Like I said, I hate puking. So I managed to keep most of it down, but now in addition to the queasy stomach, my throat and abdominals ache. I think it'll be a while before I want broccoli or food in general.
Posted by criminal at November 21, 2002 11:55 PM