The ongoing saga of sickness continues. I suppose that's why it's considered "ongoing," but that's not the point. The point is that I thought I was well enough to eat whatever I wanted and clearly I was not. My body had other ideas. Bad ideas. Just like I thought I would, I forgot about my sickness too fast. I forgot about tossing my cookies-n-cream ice cream (true story, not just for pun's sake) and I dived right back into the land of the living.
I forgot how bad that forbidden world is for you.
Right now grease is ravaging the insides of my stomach, threatening to tear its way out at any second if I'm not careful. All I want is to get it out of my system, but it seems to be more keen on hanging out with me for as long as it sees fit.
I know I make these tie-ins a lot, but this one's here. After we bounce back from hitting bottom, as slow and painful as that bounce is, we get comfortable in our newfound "okay-ness" and forget about where we just were. That's where we're spun around to face the depravity we just left.
And maybe after six or so of those reminds do we actually start to learn something. Not me though. Not this time. There'll be no grease here for quite some time. I've learned my lesson.