Tummy was feeling a little unhappy Saturday afternoon. Lots of napping. My brother asked me what I had eaten at the ballpark the night before.
“Uh…1 and half Crazy Crab sandwiches, a licorice rope, a deli sandwich or two that was in the suite, some chicken wings, peanuts and popcorn of course, a carrot cake cupcake, half of a huge cookie that wasn’t so delicious, some beers here and there. Oh and some pizza.”
He was a little surprised that I didn’t have a hotdog. They were there, just didn’t move me for some reason. And only one garlic fry. I don’t know why I had just one fry. I think at that point in the night, I was feeling okay. Must have just been carb conscious. My willpower must have gotten a second wind at that point!
Anyway, he just stared at me waiting for the dawn of the obvious to rise for me. But it wasn’t clicking for me. I’m used to being able to eat like that and not feel it, while he’s a little more…delicate. Looks like I’m becoming more like him now.
Update: At work, talked to some co-workers, half of them also feeling a little funk over the weekend. All signs point to the chicken wings…I may not be gaining on my brother as much as I had thought!