Puking...or 'don't ever eat meat again'

I had a horrible night last night. I was feeling like eating something 'bad'. Now this could have meant anything.... I have given up so many things in recent months, it's amazing. Most of these foods do not make their way into my house anymore. Having young kids, I did have frozen chicken nuggets from our local warehouse club type store. I nuked them, shared them with my baby, and began feeling miserable shortly thereafter. By the time my fiance, Mark, came home from work, I was doubled up on the couch in the fetal position. I could not believe the lead weight in my stomach, and how hot and sweaty I felt. Shortly after he came home, I put myself out of my misery via a visit to the toilet bowl and a finger down the throat. Some ginger ale, then I felt better, but still not quite right....I didn't even sleep well. This morning I felt almost like a hangover from drinking too much. I am stunned. I am feeding this stuff to my children with very little thought. And now that I've cleaned up my diet, this same food that nourishes my kids has become very toxic to me. My fiance was very disturbed. He was like, "So now what? You can never eat meat again?" I don't think this is the answer, but I do think the form of meat matters. Some chopped-up machine molded hunk of animal flesh is not going to do me or my family any favors. Needless to say, the nuggets will not be on next month's shopping list.....