Easter lunch did not go well. At. All.
My eyes were once again bigger than what I had anticipated in scooping onto my plate. I also had to leave the table twice. And I found that to be quite rude, especially with guests.
The day did not improve much for me eating wise either.
Sleeping was an all together joke. Both in a nice nap and shutting down for the day. Not so fun memories kept circulating in my brain on a super fast hamster wheel on speed. I flopped and flipped and woke up groggy.
I headed to Yankton this afternoon for what I thought would be a quick trip to get a few supplies for my paintings.
I opted to not bring along my normal water bottle or did not consume an ounce of food of any kind.
I was still hung up on the Easter fiasco.
Three hours after doing my errands, I thought the safest thing to consume on my way back to Tyndall was a blizzard from Dairy Queen.
I got maybe 5 miles out of town — taking the lake route mind you…. and three spoonfuls of the blizzard … ended up all over the front of my shirt, my hoodie, my crossbody purse, my lap, the console and dripping in between my fingers as I fumbled for the three tissues I had sitting in the passenger seat. I finally got myself pulled over to the side and I was erupting more and more and more.
And I still had 25 minutes left of driving to go.
I got to the next town, 15 minutes later and more came out of my pie hole.
I had no idea what the hell was going on. All I had to eat was three small spoonfuls of the blizzard and nothing else!!!!
Ten minutes later I was sitting in my parking lot in front of my apartment complex praying no one would see me darting into the building to change my clothes…. no one did thankfully.
In fresh clothes, I got all my goodies from the car and drank a lot of filtered ice cold water and then made myself a small baked potato. And that’s all I’ve eaten since being back home.
I just feel really really wonky. And tired.