Bad tacos
This may continue to be a daily thing, but it may just be a fluke.
Right now my stomach is rebelling against my mistreatment of last night. My roommate decided that he wouldn’t eat the tacos I got for him Sunday, meaning that I had the choice of throwing them out, or saving them for a later date. Since I cannot conscience wasting food that I’ve paid good money for, I saved the tacos, and had about two bites for dinner last night. Suffice it to say that fast food tacos either don’t preserve well, or they were tainted to begin with, because my stomach has been grumbling all evening and into today, and it refuses the addition of more food or water most vehemently. I’ve apparently gotten too old to radically mistreat my stomach anymore.
As a result of my GI distress, I missed my workout this morning, though it was only a cardio day, I sincerely hope that the problems resolve themselves before tomorrow, so I can get back into the weightroom.
We’re in the process of indoctrinating a new tech into the very close-knit family (there’s only four of us, total), which has been an interesting experience. Perhaps the biggest impact of the new addition is that I’m no longer the clueless newbie, which means I’m kinda expected to be semi-pseudo-responsible or something.