simplylucy
New Member
Well last night was my work meal out.
I ordered a childs roast turkey. I've had roasts before so thought I'd be ok.
I sat and chatted and giggled whilst everyone else ate their starters and sorbets, awaiting the arrival of my small roast.
Well what a shock I got when the main meals arrived.
I've never seen such a large meal in my life!
Basically I had the same amount of meat as everyone plus 2 sausages, stuffing, 3 roast potatoes, 2 new potatoes. Thanks goodness the veg was in dishes up the middle of the table.
The only difference in a childs roast compared to a normal one was 1 less roast potato and 1 less new potato, it was daft.
Well anyhow, I started eating, very very slowly, chew chew chew. 3 mouthfulls later cue the most hidious pain my pouch. It really was very grim.
I popped off to the loo, and vomited big time.
Back to the table, I didn't attempt any more!
Back to the loo, vomit.
Back to the table, no more food for me.
Back the the loo, vomit, big time, where did all that vomit come from, I'd only eaten 3 very tiny mouthfulls!
Back to the table.
Back to the loo, urge urge urge, no vomit!
Back to the table to watch everyone else get drunk!
I can't believe I was sick, I've not been sick for weeks.
I promise I only had the tiniest of mouthfulls, and chewed and ate mega slow.
I think maybe the size of the portion panicked me, even though I knew I didn't need to eat it all. Daft really, but I felt my body tense up as soon as I saw my plate.
I've eaten out before, so thought I'd be ok.
Even though the food size of things was a disaster I had a wonderful night out with fabulous people that I work with.
I ordered a childs roast turkey. I've had roasts before so thought I'd be ok.
I sat and chatted and giggled whilst everyone else ate their starters and sorbets, awaiting the arrival of my small roast.
Well what a shock I got when the main meals arrived.
I've never seen such a large meal in my life!
Basically I had the same amount of meat as everyone plus 2 sausages, stuffing, 3 roast potatoes, 2 new potatoes. Thanks goodness the veg was in dishes up the middle of the table.
The only difference in a childs roast compared to a normal one was 1 less roast potato and 1 less new potato, it was daft.
Well anyhow, I started eating, very very slowly, chew chew chew. 3 mouthfulls later cue the most hidious pain my pouch. It really was very grim.
I popped off to the loo, and vomited big time.
Back to the table, I didn't attempt any more!
Back to the loo, vomit.
Back to the table, no more food for me.
Back the the loo, vomit, big time, where did all that vomit come from, I'd only eaten 3 very tiny mouthfulls!
Back to the table.
Back to the loo, urge urge urge, no vomit!
Back to the table to watch everyone else get drunk!
I can't believe I was sick, I've not been sick for weeks.
I promise I only had the tiniest of mouthfulls, and chewed and ate mega slow.
I think maybe the size of the portion panicked me, even though I knew I didn't need to eat it all. Daft really, but I felt my body tense up as soon as I saw my plate.
I've eaten out before, so thought I'd be ok.
Even though the food size of things was a disaster I had a wonderful night out with fabulous people that I work with.