Last week, I was ready to kick ass with being a Fruitarian. I got three days in and realized that my stomach was kicking MY ass instead. Over the weekend, I did a little more binge eating. It was my anniversary, after all, and my in-laws were in town. And while I'm at it, I may as well eat shitty food on Sunday and Monday, too - it WAS, after all, Labor Day Weekend, so why not? Except that then I didn't go to work on Tuesday, either, because I had a belly-ache. Seriously. I wasn't even playing hooky.