Losing my tots

Yesterday started a bit unusually. Katie and I went with my parents and Taylor and his Katie to Golden Corral for a breakfast buffet. It had been a while since any of us had been to a buffet style restaurant, and as such we had forgotten how gross the people can be, stuffing themselves with fake eggs and piles of sausage, slathered in cheese sauce. Because of our surroundings, we ate much more than the normal oat meal or biscuit breakfast. I filled my belly with biscuits and gravy, eggs, coffee, bacon and hash browns.

Later, I was actually glad that I'd done a bigger than normal breakfast, because due to a birthday event for Katie's uncle and a friend of ours (Indiana Jones followed by a park party), we didn't end up eating again until 4 (bad news for the sensitive belly here). I did pretty well with the stomach problems, and played some kickball... but I also managed to get overheated, and pull some leg muscles.

It turns out that my leg muscles weren't prepared for my "enhanced" gravitational changes (larger belly). Where they would normally be adequately prepared for gradually slowing my body's kinetic energy while running, they now acted like Honda Civic brakes on a Hummer... they were over worked, slightly damaged and almost useless. I took two or three tumbles, the second to last followed by an attempt at resurfacing, launching me directly into another person.

After kickball, Katie and I came back to our air conditioner and lounged around until we figured out what to do with ourselves for the rest of the night. At 9:15, we had finally decided on renting a movie from Blockbuster and heading to Sonic for some dinner - a blatant violation of my no eating past 8 o'clock rule. I didn't care, though. Two meals in a day is not conducive to the belly I've been cultivating.

So, we ate, watched Les Miserables until after midnight and by 5 o'clock AM this morning I was Les Miserable... hunched over the toilet, losing my tots. I have noone to blame but myself. I ate a big breakfast, ruined my daily food schedule (which is vital to the preventing the Simpson stomach), overexterted myself in the summer heat, ate fatty food well past 8 o'clock and went to bed late. It was the perfect storm.

So, this morning, I spent time on the couch eating cough drops to soothe my newly burned throat, then skipped church to catch up on rest and here I am after a tiny lunch, writing about losing my tots, my quadriceps throbbing from straining to keep my upper body upright while kicking and running. At least I'm still young at heart.