wellll let me tell you a little story about throwing up....I went on a fishing charter for a bridal party once. The town we had to go to was about a 3 hour drive on logging roads. No bathrooms and nowhere to even safely pull over for the length of time it would take to get out and pee. So the last thing I drank was some water on Friday morning. Had a big ol' lunch....got in the car with the other girls and proceeded to take care of the left overs from another bridal shower 2 nights before. cupcakes...giant bags of chips....vegetables (look at us being so good). Then we got to the house we had rented and made our dinner of tacos. I don't know who did the shopping but they brought food enough for probably 3 times as many people as were there. So, I had to do my part to help eat it up. a lot of it. Then there was cake after....and trail mix...and more chips....and so many delicious cookies. I think I had half a cup of coffee maybe because I didn't want to have to pee the next morning while I was on a boat for 4 hours. Next morning I was on the early crew for fishing. Up at 4, cinnamon bun in my belly by 5 and off we go fishing. Started to feel a little sick on the boat. but not sea sick. the more I moved around the better it was. Once we were done fishing and walking back up to the house I thought I seemed better. So we had brunch. left overs from the night before as well as all kinds of fruit and other things. more cookies. Eggs. oh the eggs. I think the eggs did me in. See, when you're dehydrated, and what you eat doesn't end up exiting by the usual means, it just backs up until there is literally no room and it has no choice but to leave the same way it came. by the time we were packing up to leave and walking back down to the docks to get our boat ride back to the cars I was stopping on the trail every 30 seconds and heaving. I ended up throwing up twice on the road to the dock. once while half passed out off the dock while the other girls filleted the fish. twice more off the government dock while the other girls packed up the cars. And then....the big one. Oh the joys of a 3 hour logging road drive when you have to Lamaze breathe your way through the entire ride just to survive it. After a few false alarms I knew it was coming. This was SURELY it! I got that taste in my mouth. You know the one. It tells you the hellfire is coming. The girl barely had the van pulled over before I wrenched the door open, leaned out and let 'er rip. There was so much that despite being in a van, higher up than a car, I had to have her pull forward eventually so I could make a new pile and avoid splashback. We're talking fully recognizable and undigested things, here. I'm pretty sure I threw up not only everything IIII ate all weekend but everything everybody else ate too. All that to say, despite not throwing up within 30 minutes of eating, and despite eating a RIDICULOUS amount of calories, I ended up losing about 4 pounds that weekend.