Regrets? I've had a few. A Princess-Diana-style haircut in sixth grade. Working full time through college instead of taking out a low interest loan to pay my tuition. Buying a status SUV in the early 90's and fueling our oil-driven economy.
Add last night to my list.
It was Friday Night-Date Night Wisconsin Style. Involving Jan, the bowling ball and the bowling alley/supper club a couple towns over.
I'd had a long afternoon doing good deeds (visiting a dear homebound friend, taking Team Testosterone to the Children's Museum) , moving laundry around, managing children, and running errands (i.e. trying to track down a store besides Target that carries Huggies Good Nites). The babysitter came at 7:00 sharp and I still hadn't eaten anything since lunch--except for a couple of baby carrots.
So I ordered this when we got to the bowling alley/supper club:
Accompanied by one of these:
A Spotted Cow!It was the second to last bite that still tasted oh so very good.
So I took the last bite.
That's when I knew.
I had eaten too much.
I spent the night feeling too full, bowling a 408 and wishing the whole time for solitude in my bathroom at home.
I went to bed feeling sick and bloated and had a strange dream involving rotten meat.
Overindulgence is NOT a good thing. I should have respected my body, my self, my stomach's limits. I should have said "No!" to the other 1/4 pound of that wonderful cheeseburger and the 18 extra french fries I stuffed into my face.
Regrets.
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