Crash. I needed a play-day so badly that I took my Sunday by doing nothing that appeared productive. I browsed the antique mall, handled little relics of history, bought the week's produce ... and found myself tired, hungry, and wanting to prolong the fun, the mad-free-fun that only comes from a day off.
So I caved and ate at the Asian buffet. All the things I have been avoiding, gluten and massive salt and cooked fats and pesticides by the dozens got dumped into my poor system, and I was feeling pretty full after just the first plate.
But the lovely managers, who know me by sight, had the chef make me a special plate of vegan "sushi", which was pretty as party-food, with elegant layers of diagonal avocado. Food is love, remember, so of course I had to eat all of it!! And I could taste that love, too.
I dropped to sleep soon after getting home, and awoke this morning feeling a bit puffy, skin mildly broken out, and a mild headache. Not too bad for a serious glut, but not something I want to take to that extreme many times. But at least I stuffed in raw lettuce and seaweeds with most bites of fried carbs!