Ahhhh, the weekend. A time for sleeping in, reading, relaxing, doing all the fun things you can't do during the week. Oh, and eating. If you're me.
I had great aspirations today. Hubs and I made the 90-minute commute to visit my parents, sister, and brother, and with me I brought my L.L. Bean lunchbag full of acceptable foods - a Greek yogurt, an apple, blueberries, granola, and a Kashi bar should I run into some emergency. Isn't that wonderful? Let me tell you how my day went instead.
Breakfast was a very small piece of a cheddar cheese bagel Hubs picked up on the way. I wanted to try it, so instead of trying it AND having my yogurt when I got to my parents', I decided to have a little piece for my breakfast. Good choice - it was what my body (and mind) wanted, and I was satisfied.
It was good! Worth every calorie. I'm not sure how many that would be, but I didn't do much counting today. (And hey, notice how skinny my thigh is there! Holla!)
Hubs and I were having a good time hanging out at my parents' when I started getting a little hungry around lunchtime. When we go to my parents', we ALWAYS go out for lunch. Our favorite place is a great little pizza place. That's where I wanted to go - I weighed the decision in my mind and tried to decide if I could go without feeling guilty. I decided I could, and I enjoyed lunch without feeling bad.
I decided to start out with a side salad, though no one else did, because I wanted to get in some veggies. The salad had Iceberg and Romaine lettuces, cucumbers with the skin (love that), tomatoes, and shredded carrots. I asked for balsamic vinegar and olive oil on the side and only drizzed about a half a tablespoon of oil and maybe a tablespoon of vinegar on the salad. I thought I would do the fork-dipping method, but they actually brought out glass bottles of each instead of mixing it in a little dressing thingy.
We had a thin-crust, whole wheat dough pizza, very easy on the cheese, and I had mushrooms on my pieces (more veggies!). Each piece of pizza at this place is about half the size of a normal piece of pizza elsewhere; I estimate that I had the equivalent of 3 slices of pizza. (You see, that sounds better than saying I had six of these.) I could have stopped eating about 4 pieces into it, but it was good and I didn't want to stop. Not exactly admirable.
After this, I was feeling full but not grody. Weirdly content, actually, though that's probably not healthy. Hubs, my brother, and my sister piled into Hubs' car to head back to my parents', who drove separately. Everything was fine until Hubs said, "Is there anywhere I can get some ice cream?"
Of course, Hubs. As a matter of fact, there is an amazing dairy not 15 minutes away that we just happen to LOVE going to. And while I certainly don't need the ice cream, I'll get some. And I'll go all the way.
Behold my scoop of chocolate peanut butter ice cream topped with peanut butter, hot fudge, and whipped cream. Well, you can't behold it because I forgot to photograph it before I ate it, probably because I was too excited to dive into that lovely fat pool. And what I actually photographed was my brother's empty ice cream dish. Mine still had about a half a cup of ice cream left, which I gratefully didn't force down my gullet just because it was there.
After this travesty, I declared to Hubs, "I'm so full. I'll just have a yogurt later if I get hungry and call it a day. Then today won't be so bad."
On the way home, Hubs decided he had to pee. In Wawa. And he also needed to get a snack. I apparently needed to pass the pastry display, and I apparently needed to buy this caramel-covered, cream-filled donut:
It was really good. I can't even lie.
So, that was all pretty disgusting. About 3 hours after all of this gluttony, I was hungry again. Of course I was - I hadn't eaten anything worth a damn. All of those high-glycemic index foods were messing up my body and my stomach felt empty. I was reaching for a piece of chocolate in our kitchen when I stopped myself and said to Hubs, "Should we just make some dinner?"
And here it is - couscous with some Moroccan sauce, chicken, and dried apricots, courtesy of Target's Archer Farms brand boxed dinners. Suprisingly, the ingredient list was short and the nutrition profile wasn't horrific. Hubs and I are big fans of Archer Farms.
That looks like an enormous amount but it's so not. It's only about a cup of couscous and maybe a half cup of the other stuff.
Oh...and I didn't exercise today.
So hey...today wasn't exactly a victory. But the nice thing was that I didn't feel completely out of control at any point. I certainly made some poor choices, but I didn't feel like I was mindlessly scarfing down food or getting into any crazy shoving-food-in-my-mouth behaviors. So tomorrow I'll be back on track, and I'll get in extra exercise to make up for what I didn't do today. And hey, 90/10 works as long as it's really 90/10 and not 70/30, 60/40, etc. I don't anticipate this ruining my weigh-in next Friday so long as I hop back on that damn wagon. ;)