But for all the times I complain and hate myself for eating a gigantic meal, believe me, what I did last night was insane (well, that or I am getting old). I didn't think I was going to be able to walk out of there. I felt like the guy who died via "gluttony" in Seven, only this was self-inflicted. I had to walk around Hy-Vee to feel like I got any sort of exercise to work out the food, even though I had a lot of meat sweats that set in after I got done eating (although I then realized I needed to buy travel-sized Kleenex). And then I fell asleep, which helped my body deal with it all.
As I write this I'm still full, but not as stomach-bursting like several hours ago. And yet I brought home the second helping of bread that I was so generously given. I think I can keep these until lunch today.
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