Who Knew One Maine Chicken Sandwich Could Destroy an Entire Super Bowl Weekend
It was a spur-of-the-moment decision that I wish I never made, because it literally ruined my weekend.
Intermittent Fasting Diet
First off, some quick background -- a lot of my friends and co-workers talk smack about my lunch choice, but I can be a creature of habit and tend to have a Jello cup and an apple for lunch every day. It's just enough to fill me up but also not too much to weigh me down and put me in a food coma right before I have to hop on the radio and be entertaining.
I also won't eat until anywhere between Noon and 2p since I do intermittent fasting, which is basically selecting an 8-hour window of the 24 in a day to do all your eating in. According to Hopkins Medicine, doing that helps your body burn fat. And while I do my best to eat clean during the work week, every now and then I'll treat myself on a Friday.
This past Friday was one of those days.
Cheat Day
Because instead of going with the usual Jello cup and apple, I decided to switch it up and grab a spicy chicken sandwich. Which I've had before and has been delicious and I've never had any problems. But the universe had other plans this time, because by the time I got home, I felt off.
What followed was a sleepless night, part of which was spent just sprawled out on the bathroom floor looking as white as a sheet. Needless to say, the open house that I was scheduled to check out north of Portland in Maine on Saturday morning was bailed on, and I spent a good chunk of the day layered in sweats buried under covers in bed.
In fact, my body was so out of whack that I had a nasty chill I couldn't shake and my fingernails were turning a deep purple at one point. Even as I type right now, my stomach still feels wonky. Honestly, I wouldn't wish food poisoning on my worst enemy (if they existed).
Not the best way to spend Super Bowl weekend -- a weekend that is basically about binge-eating multiple different kinds of chicken and any other terrible food. Moral of the story? The next time you have a big weekend in store, don't start it off with an impromptu chicken sandwich.