The day started off normal, good breakfast, pool time with the beau, leftovers from yesterday’s spectacular crock pot clean eating. Then we got to Toyota Stadium for the Jimmy Buffett concert with John Fogerty opening (huge, spectacular surprise for me), and things fell apart. Actually, I shouldn’t say they fell apart, because I made a conscious decision to enjoy the snack splendor that the tailgate hosts had provided. To be honest, I indulged far less than I’d have done a week ago, when I’d probably have binged to the point of feeling the need to be rolled into the stadium. Plus, the Goldfish were whole grain, so we’re all good, right? Kidding.
I split a cheeseburger (in paradise) with Austin during the tailgate, then enjoyed a personal pizza between Fogerty and Buffett. When I get home after rocking my face off to some of my childhood CCR favorites and enjoying the general merriment that is Parrothead world, I had the most massive heartburn I’ve ever experienced. Not to mention terrible stomach pains. The heartburn actually persist in small form as I type this. Amazing how much my body can change in the way it processes food after a mostly clean week. Lesson learned! I’ve had small indulgences throughout the week, and that’s okay. Going full on cheat ain’t gonna cut it anymore.