One up

so yesterday I had eggs and beef for breakfast.  Not so bad.  At lunch a sales rep came by and wanted to go to lunch.  I had left my lunch at the house, so this appeared nothing less than a financial blessing.  for some reason I ordered a pulled pork sandwich.  It was yummy, but quite bready.  I figured it was justifiable because there were tiny green slivers of jalapeno in the gigantic bun.  I spent the afternoon farting and suffering from abdominal cramping when I realized that we were doing a swim party for Blake's birthday right after work and that we were having homemade pizzas that I  had prepared the night before.  I thought I would skip the cheese pies, but by the time we got to the eating part I was starving.  Oh, and I'd had three beers to this point so my self control factor was a bit blurry.  I ate two pieces which is equivalent to roughly two lbs. of dough, meat, and cheese.  by the time we got home I was too bloated to sit on the floor and untie my shoes.  it was terrible  I got out to the barn for about an hour just to move around a bit and that helped.  But anyway, it was an upleasant reminder of why my life is better without bread and beer.  20 min run and spinach and eggs for breakfast this morning!!