Monday, August 03, 2009
I was thrilled to be able to play golf yesterday -- it was nine holes only, and with a power cart: but still! Beautiful evening, best company (my husband); and we stopped for a glass of wine on the patio of the club house afterwards. "Let's get some nachos, too" he suggested. And I agreed.
A huge heaping plateful of them. Ooey-gooey with lots of cheese, jalapenos, chopped sweet bell peppers, onions: and yup, inhibitions loosened by the wine probably, I ate way way too many.
Dutifully logged them into my nutrition tracker, blowing my targets for calories (natch) and fat (natch); still under for the day on protein and carbs (surprisingly). It's the first time since May I've been significantly over nutrition goals so I didn't worry too much about that. More amused with myself than anything else.
But -- I really really can't eat that way anymore. Up during the night, parched with thirst from all the sodium and a pretty upset tummy.
Didn't weigh myself today: quite certainly up with "water weight" from the sodium but can't have put on any "real" weight since a pound would require 3,500 excess calories and I was way under that.
But with the interrupted sleep, queasy tum and raging thirst that "treat" was not terrific. And I don't think I'll be tempted by nachos again anytime soon. Nachos not-so great. A useful reminder: There are better ways to celebrate than food.