So I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before in my blog or in one of my youtube videos, but I am a pescetarian, which means I'm a vegetarian who eats fish. No, I'm not doing this for any ethical reason (although I'll admit the idea of eating another creature that was once living makes me a tad jumpy), but rather because I don't care for the taste of meat and decided to cut it from my life altogether, a decision I have been willing and happy to uphold since last April.
As you do know, I was home this past weekend visiting family and friends for the first time since August. There was much laughter and rejoicing, and on Sunday evening, before my parents drove me back to school, we had an early dinner together. Now my dad is not a world class chef, but he does have a few specialties. In particular, he makes this amazing split pea soup. It's one of those deals that takes all day to simmer and the house smells like vegetables and Fall. He only makes it once or twice a year, but I absolutely adore it and so I had requested that he make it for my homecoming. He complied, and I ate up the soup despite there being chopped up pieces of ham in it. Yes, yes, I know. I'm a pescetarian. But this was my Dad's special soup, and even though I don't love meat, I love this soup. Hence the eating a huge bowl of it.
So flash forward a few hours: I'm back at school, unpacked, dreading the coming school week, and getting ready for bed. And feeling a little nauseous. I shook it off and crawled into bed. Moving forward to 3 am and I'm awake, now significantly more nauseous. I sleep on the top bunk, so crawling down in my state was not fun. I ran down the hall to the bathroom, where I promptly threw up Dad's soup into the toilet, ham and all. It turns out if you haven't had meat in a long time and then you suddenly consume it, your body will not be too pleased with you. So there I was, green at the gills, not sure why I had thrown up. It's now 4 in the morning, and I was scared I might have the stomach flu, so instead of worrying about climbing back up to my bunk, I slunk into the lounge and crashed on the couch, where I was awoken at 7:30am by the cleaning lady.
So, to recap: Yummy soup. Had meat. Ally's stomach disapproved. Puke. Crash on couch. Woke up feeling like a zombie.
Needless to say, Monday was rough. Nausea loomed over me the entire day, and I slunk to my three classes in a sort of fog.
But...I managed to put together a somewhat fashionable outfit:
You've seen the top before, only last time it was paired with my purple pants and boots. (Side note on the boots: I have glued back on the heel, but have not attempted to wear them yet. I'm a bit scared I will have to admit defeat and get rid of them) On this day, I just threw on the shirt with my black jeggings, which are so gloriously comfortable that even in my weakened state I approved them.
Sorry that this post was not really fashion-related. I haven't puked like that in years, and it was not an experience I care to repeat any time soon. However, it does make for a rather interesting blog post. Ally, the daring and courageous girl who overcame food poisoning for the good of her fashion blog! It has a nice ring to it, eh?
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