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.