I can add a new NSV badge to my sash --- after eating pretty clean for the most part, I am no longer able to eat until I am past full without grave repercussions.
As I have mentioned, my best friend in the world came to CT this weekend and we had a FANTASTIC time - we laughed and hung out and went shopping and unfortunately, hit a few restaurants together. Add this to TWO birthday parties this weekend, my sweet 16 year old stepson and my boyfriend's niece's 19th - and I am ready to be shot from a cannon right to a fat farm. For real. I wish there was a place like a rehab or retreat I could go to that would feed me nothing but really healthy food, have yoga, meditation, and other exercise classes, and wouldn't be thousands of dollars like the Canyon Ranch. Oh well!
Being as miserable and uncomfortable as I was after eating all this restaurant food all weekend, I realize it's because I am satisfied with smaller meals. Of course, restaurants don't GIVE you small portions.
I ordered a falafel salad at this great little place called Kibberia in Danbury, CT -- cafeteria style Middle Eastern cuisine - will you look at the SIZE of this thing??
I have no idea how to account for what I ate, I'm just assuming I was off the rails for three days. So as much as I miss my friend already (she left this morning), and as fun as this weekend was...I'm kind of glad to get back to my routine where I'll be eating human sized portions of food again. I'm just going to have to sweat a little harder this week, and I've decided to spare myself that "elevator with a broken cable" sensation in my stomach by not weighing myself this week. I know it won't be good.
Instead I'm focusing on more NSVs -- holding my plank a little longer, being able to do the plyometric moves on my Firm DVD without wanting to kill myself, increasing my jumps on the jump rope, and most importantly - I think I'm at the point where I want to keep my "indulging" down to a minimum, because too much of a good (yummy) thing makes me feel bloated, sluggish, and just gross.
Feeling gross isn't fabulous. Those tapas I ate, were, however.
As for the rest of this month, two birthdays down, two to go, plus Mother's Day. Can we do this without more restaurant bacchanalia? Time will tell.
Here's my best friend Martha and I -- I'm droppin' the Blue Steel. I think we have about 200+ pictures just like this.