Even though I had a busy week after coming home from Colorado, I was doing great. Didn't miss a day of exercise, went to lunch with friends, cooked some awesome meals and felt pretty darned good.
On Saturday Joe cut a massive amount of okra, the first we'd had in a couple of years and I fried up a batch. Oh man, it was tasty. I ate plenty along with fresh tomatoes and grilled corn on the cob. Time passed and I went into the kitchen where the leftover okra was sitting on the counter, I planned to eat a piece or two, but before I knew what happened I was eating it like popcorn and gosh I couldn't let those tomatoes go to waste. So I ate them too. There was that voice in my head telling me I was crossing a line but I ignored it and ended up being awake vomiting for hours..TMI? 🤔
Stayed in bed till nearly noon yesterday. Erin came out and made a lovely meal. I ate rice.
Woke up this morning feeling like crap. Everything hurts. Hoping for improvement as day moves forward as there are things that need doing. If not I guess I'll read and rest another day. Sure does take longer to recover at this age.
I may never eat fried okra again, and if I do I'll remember it's not popcorn.