I just let 'er rip. I ate everything put out in any quantity I wanted. Even had pie and ice cream. Drank more alcohol than I have in a long time as well (which still wasn't a lot).

Thankfully the only ill effects last night I felt were from the alcohol which I can't metabolize. I didn't flare SFN-wise, thank goodness, and I spared myself checking my blood sugar when I got home.

It ended up being a 9 hour meal/conversation with wonderful friends, and was really good for the soul.

Today I'm back on the wagon and will do lots of yard work to ease my conscience.

Feel better soon, Patrick!!