The reality: I ate like a normal person in France (i.e. did not restrict) and it's hard to switch back from that. Ideally, I should shouldn't* be switching back from that at all. I should be saying to myself, "You know what was awesome? Eating like a person without an eating disorder and therefore having all that extra mental and physical energy with which I enjoyed the shit out of my vacation."
The joke: I'm allergic to being back home.
The reality: I broke out in hives Sunday evening. After the pharmacy was closed and all the REAL Benadryl was locked in the cage. Much itching and hypochondria of the no-really-my-throat-is-closing-up-no-truly-it-really-is variety ensued.
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The joke: I'm allergic to being back home.
The reality: I broke out in hives Sunday evening. After the pharmacy was closed and all the REAL Benadryl was locked in the cage. Much itching and hypochondria of the no-really-my-throat-is-closing-up-no-truly-it-really-is variety ensued.
* Whoops, LOL, oh, you subconscious, you. Downright Puckish.
Le Creuset can be your katana.
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ReplyDeleteInstead of Slayer, I shall name it Smasher.
ReplyDeleteAnd instead of liquefying undead flesh, it shall make the patented noise: swoocronsch.
I loves it.
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