Sigh

I was talking to someone at work today about what happened, and she said:

You had a burger, a slice of pizza, chips, and cake?
And then chicken pot pie the next day?
Of *course* your body couldn’t take it!
You’re old now, you can’t eat like you used to.

It didn’t seem *that* excessive to me at the time, most other people at the party had a lot more pizza and cake than me… but maybe she’s right, since obviously my body imploded from it.

Sigh.

I’m just amazingly depressed by the whole thing. I feel humiliated, like a failure, and like I can’t trust my body.

One thought on “Sigh”

  1. You weren’t being THAT crazy.

    If you said you ate 3 Big Macs(TM), an order of super sized fries, a package of double stuff Oreos(TM), a stick of butter, and drank a 2 liter of Coke, then I’d say you were asking for it.

    Next time tell her to shut the fuck up(TM).

    Then kick her.

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