Day 56 :: This Indulgence is Making Me Thirsty!

On Saturday evening, D and I hit our favorite Indian restaurant to celebrate my second PCP indulgence. It's such a lovely spot -- candlelight, fireplaces, incredible food, excellent service, and a proprietor that greets everyone with a genuine warmth. We haven't been in a while and were quite excited about the experience.

Since I could easily order a PCP friendly dinner from the menu (grilled shrimp, rice and baked vegetables, hold the sauces), I decided to splurge on two glasses of wine and several bites from a mixed appetizer plate. AH-MAH-GAH! It was nothing short of a mind blowing, flavor EXTRAVAGANZA!!

What's crazy to me is how sensitive your palate becomes when you cut the use of extra salts, sugar and the intake of alcohol. Everything was so rich, so decadent, so absolutely luscious -- I mean, I cannot accurately express the level of yummmmm! The wine was perfection, the eggplant was out of this world, and pappadam -- so much love for that spicy lentil delight!

I was actually fine throughout the evening. I anticipated some sort of gastric objection to the wine, salt and oils, but no nasty after effects, no rock in the belly, not even the hint of gas. Huh. I was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly my body was dealing with the indulgence, and even thinking, 'oh life after PCP is going to be a breeze!'

That was, until about 3am, when I woke up in a sweat, with a dull hammering in my head and mouth made of ceiling insulation. Damn. It took a huge glass of water and another hour to get back to sleep (if you could call it that). Really, I think I flip-flopped until the alarm went off at 7am.

Needless to say, Sunday's workout was less than stellar -- I made it through, but I wasn't loving it. My strength was sapped and my stomach wasn't digging all the bouncing. I had planned on grabbing a yoga class, but skipped the idea as a foggy head and upset tummy plagued me for much of the morning. The dogs and I settled in for a couch nap in the afternoon, and I felt a little better after that.

The moral? Less is more. I think I would have been fine with the wine OR the fatty appetizers, but not both. It was too much for my now sensitive system, and SOOOO not worth the missed sleep and day-long general blahs that followed. Again, less is more.

Thankfully, a good night's sleep and some clean eating has me feeling much better this Monday, and ready to start rocking week 9!

Week 9 -- can you believe it?