Do you know that feeling - when you 100% and totally over-indulge? When you eat and eat, and drink and drink? When you wake up and your stomach just aches from all that it has had to endure? Good/bad/ugly? I call it "gut rot" ... and it calls for drastic measures.
An extra long weekend in Orlando will take it's toll: Wednesday started at noon with dirty martinis and buffalo chicken sliders. It moved into a margharita flat bread, lemon basil martini, and a plethora of flavors of wines. (Thursday started with a hangover, and continued with a tea, 2 Pepsis, and an embarassing attempt to eat a prosciutto sandwich).
Skip ahead to Thursday night. The dinner that Eleven puts on is out of this world. A carving station with beef, a pasta station with both marinara, and chicken and penne alfredo (which was seriously, out of this world). Cesar salad, bread sticks. The list goes on. I think I ate every item (and not necessarily a "taste"). Plus 4 mini dirty martinis, and a Bud Lite at the after party. (I was then in bed at 11:30 to make up for the night before).
I think you get the picture... but then you add in sushi (the Reunion's hotel lobby bar has THE best sushi you could have in your lifetime), a bevy of beverages, a double Whopper at 2:00 am, etc. etc. etc., needlesstosay you end up with "gut rot" - Cue: DETOX.
Breakfast: Green Smoothie
Lunch: JUICE!!! (yummy juice that tt got up and made this morning of carrot, celery, red peppers, tomatoes, and a green apple- almost like a homemade v8)
Snack: 2 clementines
Dinner: Chicken & Artichokes, with brown rice for tt, and peas
The RecipeRecipe courtesy of: yours truly
Purdue "Perfect Portions" Italian-seasoned chicken breasts
1 can diced tomatoes
1/2 cup organic vegetable stock
1 can artichokes, chopped
1 can black olives, chopped
Makes 6 servings (if one serving = 1 chicken breast)