"Supersizing" makes me sick--literally :(

I'd barely arrived home from morning minyan today to drop off my tallit (prayer shawl) and tefillin and leave for work when Mother Nature attacked. No, it wasn't the two oranges that I'd eaten at work (since I still haven't recovered fully from my Independence Day [and week] cold), nor was it the choose-your-own-ingredients salad that I ate before last night's lecture, or the kiwi (also high in Vitamin C) that I ate when I got home, or the "Cherry Pie" Larabar (complete list of ingredients: dates, almonds, and unsweetened cherries) that was my last treat before bedtime. It wasn't even the eight glasses of water that I drank in preparation for today's fast. Nope, the culprit was none of the above--it was the 12-ounce bottle of apple juice that I stupidly bought to drink with the salad even though my husband wasn't able to join me and share it, which I even-more-stupidly drank all by myself. Doesn't anyone make 8-ounce bottles of anything anymore? This "supersizing" is quite literally making me ill.