Girl, I realized last Monday night that it really, really helps to keep trash bags in your car.
Like, readily accessible trash bags that you can grab from the driver’s seat.
I came to this astonishingly mind-blowing revelation because, as I was driving home from the gym, I threw up in my mouth…and FYI, throwing up in your mouth is absolutely awful. I do not recommend it at all.
It was on the way home from HIIT class, and I think I know why it happened.
Right before I left the gym, I chugged a huge bottle of water.
Side note: I have a really hard time remembering to do all of the good-for-you post-workout things they say you’re supposed to do right after exercising, like drinking enough water right away and eating a healthy meal (or at least a snack) within 20 minutes, but I’m getting better about it, and since I’ve been more conscious of my post-workout routine, I’ve been recovering faster and feeling better the next day.
Anyway, I either worked out harder than I thought I did, or I chugged the water too quickly, because on the drive home I felt that all-to-familiar gross feeling of chunks coming up my throat.
It happened so quickly, too. One second I was singing Lil’ Kim’s first verse in Crush on You, and the next I was frantically looking for something to throw up into.
It was about to end up in my lap, so yeah…I held it in my mouth, pulled over and blechhh! — vomit city.
Needless to say, a garbage bag (or an empty Gatorade bottle) would’ve come in handy!
I don’t know why it never occurred to me to stash a trash bag in the car, because they’re so useful. Just finished eating a banana? Want your car to smell like eau de nasty old banana peel? Hell, no! Stick that thing in a bag. Need to change a dirty diaper? Throw that sh*t (haha, literally!) in a bag. Stepped in some dog poop? Don’t bring that crap in the car! Toss those shoes in a bag, and wash them off at home.
So, note to self, and note to you, keep a couple trash bags in the car.
I’m just sayin’… Right now if you can.
And may you never have to ever throw up in your mouth.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
P.S. TGIF!
movie…but before you roll your eyes at me (“Karen, I get it. YOU’RE INTO ZOMBIES!”), it’s a fresh take on the genre, which, I recognize, has gotten pretty tired. 
