Steakless

My husband said he wasn't happy that I had to gross him out instead of other people so I'm going to share this with you so he's not alone.
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DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ SOMETHING REALLY YUCKY.
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Ok so here goes...

I've eaten steak twice this week without issue and got cocky and probably ate too much (4 oz. maybe, and some corn on the cob).

I PB'ed. Bad. The worst one in a loooooong time.

I PB'ed so hard that a chunk of steak came out my nose. I'm not kidding. I blew my nose and there was a piece of steak. I almost barfed again because that was just so gross.

After over an hour of PB, recover, think that it's over, sip a tiny bit of water to get the taste out of my mouth, and then run to the bathroom to PB again, I brought out the big guns and gulped a small cup of sparkling lemon lime flavored bubbly water to get things moving. It had the desired "roto rooter" effect, I burped, and the offensive nasty bits went down.

Thank goodness.

It's going to be awhile before I eat red meat again.

On a good note...I needed a new pair of shorts that actually fit since it's a gazillion degrees out and we're spending the day outside at a mango festival tomorrow. I bought this outfit at Old Navy. Size 14 shorts, and I don't hate the way my legs look in them, and a size MEDIUM shirt. (Oh, and a new haircut that I really love.)