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Weekend binge made me pay on Monday!

Movie Junk Food
Last Sunday afternoon, my wife and I went out to see a movie (The Eagle, with Channing Tatum. It was pretty good).  I've been eating cleanly with good regularity for a few weeks again, and I decided it wouldn't hurt anything to go on a bit of a bender with some of the refreshments there.
Boy, was I wrong.

The bender included an order of soft pretzel bites with "cheese sauce," a bag of M&Ms, and a large Coke.  Normally, before I was Paleo, I could go through such a repast without blinking an eye.  But as I mentioned on the About page, I've been Paleo for a couple of years now.  And as I said, I've been keeping the carbs down with a lot more intensity of late.

So during the movie, I started feeling pretty lousy.  Bloated, gassy, the whole nine yards.  And the rest of the evening, I didn't eat too much and pretty much took it easy.  I didn't sleep well, probably because of all the carbs running rampant in my system and keeping me too energized to sleep properly.

When I woke up on Monday morning, I was in a fog.  My head was a miasma of blurriness, and I'm lucky I don't drive and just took the bus because I probably would have hurt people.  And all day on Monday and partway into Tuesday, I had trouble thinking -- not a good situation for a computer programmer to be in.  Wednesday I was feeling better, but there was still some residual fog going on.

So if a single day of carbs at a more or less "normal" level was doing that to me, I can only imagine what it had been doing when I was younger and scarfing down tons of rice and pasta to try to create enough energy for my 5 hours of swim practice and simply being a teenager.

So lesson learned - the flavor of that bender wasn't worth the feeling the next few days.  And it definitely wasn't worth my having a head full of cotton and feeling awful.


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