Who Said Chickens Can't Fly?!... Monday, September 27

Last night I made three major mistakes, one after another, and today I paid the price for it all day.

My three mistakes:
1. Assumed chicken meant my kind of chicken... All chicken is NOT equal.
2. Ate too late.
3. Ate fried chicken.

After running 17kms last night, Snickers and his boys called me up. I clearly have a weakness for Snickers and well, let's be honest, throw in a couple of additional Korean hotties that ooze of coolness, I gave in and met up with them. They said they'd buy me chicken, which was perfect cause I'm all about overdosing in protein. I had just enough time to shower and head out the door but when I arrived at the restaurant I should have clued in right away and asked what they had ordered. A little one later two massive plates of chicken came to our table -- two plates of fried chicken. I hadn't anticipated them ordering fried chicken and hadn't even so much came with my constantly packed purse of so-called "back-up foods".

My back-up foods that I almost always have stashed in my purse:
- homemade trail mix
- ziplock bag full of celery sticks and cherry tomatoes
- ziplock with one serving of protein shake mix
- one small apple
- grounded spinach mixed with water

So there I was with all this overly fried chicken starring up at me and only a small glass of water to wash down the nastiness of it all. I can't even remember the last time I ate fried chicken, or any kind of fried food for that matter. I try to eat and really clean and healthy, I don't even drink fruit juice. No piece of junk food feels as good as being healthy feels and though yes, there are times when I do enjoy a cheat meal or cheat snack every once in awhile, I've never resorted to any kind of fried food. I just can't stomach it anymore... or so I found out today. Dang.
I came home last night around 1am but I didn't fall asleep until about 3am. So much for waking up today for 4am training. Today's HIIT running was replaced with running to the bathroom about a dozen times, of which one time I didn't quite make it in time and ended up puking on the floor.

The chicken had kicked my butt, clearly.

I barely made it through today's 6:20am tutoring and then just before 8am it was lights out for me again once I reached home. Later in the day Snickers asked me to go with him to K-Gere's house. K-Gere had asked us to help him make his natural medicine, so we went out to take care of that.

While Snickers got all the stuff set up for the medicine, I went out back. I thought I was going to be sick again. Chumchi and Kimbab greeted me in the backyard where I flopped on the ground in pure exhaustion. I hadn't done anything today beside one hour of tutoring but I also hadn't eaten anything. I just couldn't stomach anything.

I lasted for about an hour of pumping the medicine's ingredients from the one massive pot to the other. I needed to go home. I felt as if I could still feel the grease from last night's chicken swishing around in my tummy... not fun.

We arrived back home around 4pm. I had only been up for about 4 hours in total today but once I got home it was lights out for me, again. Woke up around 8pm to an overly concerned Snickers sitting and starring at me. Asked him to go to the local bakery and buy me the heaviest piece of bread he could find; a hefty bread with no icing, filling, or whatnot. I just needed plain bread, something to sop up the grease in my tummy. Wolfed down two chunks of ultra thick bread, followed by a glass of milk and no later than twenty minutes I felt so much better.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Where was the chicken in that fried chicken?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack.
-- Henry Miller