What they don’t tell you about eating better
Tuesday, July 21st, 2009Those of you following a long might have heard me speak previously on the fact that I started eating better since a bout with the stomach flu this new years. Aside from not gaining any unwanted weight and feeling generally better physically and better about myself I didn’t really expect any other effects. However last Saturday I realized my assumptions were wrong.
I love hot dogs that you get from street vendors, be it out front of Canadian Tire, or on the street corner in Toronto. In the summers of the past I used eat more than my fair share of the random meat concoction that make up hot dogs and sausages. However since my ‘health kick’ most of this ’summer’ (booo 22 degrees) has gone by without me eating any.
When you are out riding street with your homies stopping at a hot dog cart is par for the course and since I had not had one in awhile I decided to treat my self to the real deal, a honey garlic sausage, why not?
Well had I known that about an hour later I would be holding vomit in my mouth until the car came to a stop (I have done the puke out of a moving car thing before and it is not pretty) I never would have got that sausage.
I have been noticing lately that my stomach seems to know throw temper tantrums at my old favorites. Harveys sits like a brick, Manchu Wok honey garlic chicken makes me gassy, and street meat sausages make me puke. I blame this solely on eating better and not the questionable food preparation techniques of these more than qualified chefs.
It’s not fair I didn’t want to make it so that I couldn’t eat my favorites every once and awhile I just didn’t want to look like this guy!

Someone pass the broccoli.


