Saturday, April 21, 2012
Last night I was invited to my skinny girlfriends home for dinner. Her husband was away for the evening and she invited skinny girlfriend #2 over as well for a girl's night. Awesome! I haven't had a night with the girls in a long time so I was really looking forward to it.
My plan was simple. Enjoy a glass of wine as a treat. These are my wine friends after all. Eat a moderate portion of the main course and grain. Load up on veggies. Try to politely talk myself out of dessert and if I can't then a small piece for me. I would let the calories fall where they may. Good plan no? After all, I am not on a diet. I am living my life. Eating healthy within a certain calorie range. Becoming thinner along the way and learning how to stay that way in my world.
I arrived early. Eager perhaps? It had been a while and maybe I was starved for some girl time. Skinny GF#1 greeting me with a smile. A warm hug. And a comment about my hair changing every time she sees me. Something about it looking so cute right now it looked like a wig. A wig? Hmmm. Still trying to figure that one out.
She pulls out a wine goblet the size of an earth globe and start to pour. Glug. Glug. Glug. Lord that has to be more than 4 oz as I'm mentally logging into my spark nutrition. Glug. Glug and .... glug. I'll nurse it all night - I plan.
Skinny GF#2 shows up. More hugs. More smiles. More comments about my hair. GF #2, the one who you hand her a bottle of wine with a straw shows up with a bottle of water. A bottle of water? Whaaa? "Oh, I'm not drinking wine for a month. I have 10 days left."
Geesh, now she tells me. I sip my wine. My oh my, it is smooth. Yummmm. Nurse it Cayla. Nurse it.
We start talking and laughing and telling stories. I do love these girls even if they are skinny. We have fun together. I'm enjoying myself.
Dinner is ready. I go to the table, a little tipsy from nursing my sink basin of wine. Apparently we're having a South African dish. I look at it. I have no idea what it is or what's in it. How am I going to log that? It thankfully doesn't look too fatty. I take about 1/2 cup portion. Rice. Ohhh, I know what that is. It's white, but what of it. I didn't have to make it and I know how to find it on the nutrition search. 1/2 cup of that. There Indian crisp bread. Looks like big communion wafers. Those can't be too bad. I take one. Kinda tasty. Another sip of wine. I look around the table. Time to fill up on vegetables. Wait. Where are they? Skinny GF#1 has sat down. She's serving herself her dinner. Everyone's chatting. Ummmm.... excuse me. Where are the veggies? You're ruining my plan here! They keep chatting. There isn't a carrot. A slice of celery. Not even a spinach leaf. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. I look at my plate - void of any colour. There's brown and white. Oh, lets not forget the red in my 'glass' of wine. It's turning out to be the healthiest thing here. Best laid plans.
Dinner was delicious - even if I had no idea what I ate. We laughed a lot.
Thankfully, my friend hadn't made dessert. But Skinny GF #2 decided to pull out some lemon cookies. Apparently I just had to try one because they were 'to die for'. I did. I didn't die, but they were rather tasty I'll admit. Skinny GF #1 ate the rest of the bag to herself and then refilled my goblet of wine. Thanks.
I went home after my evening with my friends. Plans all for naught. Completely content. Because you see the evening fed my soul and that's what life is all about. Sure, I didn't eat according to plan, but I didn't over eat either. I was still in control of how much I put in my mouth. Maybe not what, but how much. I possibly drank too much wine, but it was the closest thing to a fruit or vegetable at the table. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it. The point is. Life happens. We need to enjoy it. I am not dieting. I gave that up a while ago. I am living in my world. My attitude has totally changed. I am so thankful for that. It's only taken me 50 years to get to this place.
Today is another day. My food for the day is logged. I'm meeting some other girlfriends for coffee this afternoon, but that's a little easier to control. And then we're going for a walk. My world. My life. It's good.
I'll get thin. I know I will. It may take a while, but I'm cool with that. It's about the journey for me and I am finally trying to enjoy it.