Late night nachos

Last night, I asked my foodie husband to make me homemade nachos. He gave me a huge plate, and they were delish. I ate every bite at 9 pm--easily over 1000 calories and promptly felt ill. Carb coma. Queesy stomach. Body aches. Heartburn. Generally just yucky. The issue isn't one bad meal. I hadn't eaten enough food all day, so I had calories to spare and a nutritional deficit. The issue is that when it comes to his nachos, one serving is whatever he puts on the plate. Not ok. That was my last full plate of homemade nachos. This morning, I asked him to never, ever make them for me, again, no matter how much I ask. My love agreed never to make such a large portion, again, but I usually don't ask him to cook. He assumes I'll relent if he surprises me when I'm hungry; I won't. Nothing tastes as good as eating clean feels.