It's was New Routine versus Old Routine. I'm quite a sociable person. My work revolves from endless meetings, coffees, lunches, buffets and drinks. I'm single and child-free, so my social life pretty much mirrors my work life.
Yesterday I had a friend in crisis, so I took him out in the afternoon for drinks. Old me would've sunk a few pints of Peroni, had a burger for lunch, come home and got ready before hitting town in the evening on cider and lager. Today, on top of my hangover, I would've been doubled up in pain with my stomach. I'd feel bloated. I'd have either stabbing pains or stomach cramps (or both) and I'd have probably been sick.
To compensate I'd have reached for comfort food: maybe chicken soup, without even realising that all I was doing was pouring more fuel on the fire.
I woke this morning, feeling a bit ropey, but without any of the stomach problems described above. I've hangover. Just a hangover. And nothing downing a few pints of water won't solve.
I had worried about two things yesterday: whether there'd be healthy choices for me and whether I'd have the discipline to take the healthy choice. The resounding answer to both was yes. Without a huge degree of forward planning I managed to get a FODMAP friendly lunch, stuck tired wine in the day, and vodka lime soda in the evening.
The fear that FODMAP means the end of my social life is rubbish.
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