We’ve been organic for over a month now, so far its been positive. I’ve never seen Bill so excited about produce as when we pick up our share from The Rawfully Organic Co-op. He practically danced around the parking lot gleefully singing, “I love organic organic produce” yesterday when we went to pick up our third share. I always wash the fruit/vegs right when we get home and lay them out on towels to dry over night. This morning I saw both a red pear and orange gone. I love that he loves fruit.

Like I said, this experience has been positive so far…except for last night at about 3:00am. Bill and I met my dad for dinner after we picked up our share yesterday at this great little hole in the wall Mexican food place. It’s very clearly not organic, much less healthy. We shared Queso Flamiado (spanish for a big bowl of melted cheese chock full of greasy meat), which was delicious. Then we shared a GIANT plate of beef, chicken, and shrimp fajitas with loads of guac and this place serves them with fried potatoes. All food I haven’t really eaten in over a month. Delish too, but about an hour after I felt like there was a boulder in my gullet.

Fast forward to 3am when I am awoken by a lump in my throat. A giant vomity lump. I am very passionately against vomiting so I got up, went to the bathroom and just sat there trying to push the feeling down. I went back to bed, tossing and turning, trying to find a position that would make me feel like NOT vomiting all over the place.

I finally fell back asleep.

This morning as I process the happenings of last night I am amazed at how quickly my body has changed and has started to reject unhealthy foods. We haven’t eaten a lot of meat lately either, mostly due to the high price of organic meat. So I don’t know if it was the grease, or the cheese, or the insane amount of meat I ate but something did me in.

I’ve raised my little white flag of defeat. Body, I surrender. I promise not to do that again.

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