I don't remember the last time I had such an amazing night out eating at a fancy restaurant, course-for-course, than where I went last night. However, I ate too much and overindulged. Maybe my friend wanting to split three appetizers didn't help. But the dessert -- oh, damn, it was so good, and yet my blood sugar spiked to the atmosphere and my stomach shut down. I was so tired getting home, and I wasn't able to talk to Mother like I wanted to because I think I ate so much my body just wanted to shut down to process it all.
Can't help but think that if I were in my twenties that dinner wouldn't knock me for such a loop. But I'm not, so it did. Again, I'm not complaining over the food. Just the aftereffects, of which I'm still suffering now.
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