Sunday, September 08, 2013
"It's our Girl's Night Out! We should pig out if we want to!" Said my (well-meaning) best friend to me yesterday as I listlessly picked at french fries on my plate at the local restaurant. There was a huge platter of nachos in the middle of the table, and there was excited talk of going to the ice cream parlor across the street later in the evening.
That statement about ruined my night, for some strange reason. I had about 10 french fries, a bite of the ice cream (literally just a spoon full my friend pressed on me) and a few sips of hot chocolate, since I love hot chocolate and never drink it due to my lactose intolerance. Of course, I shouldn't have had any of that. I should've stuck with hot tea (unsweetened). I should've eaten dinner before leaving. I should've... just done better. Leaving the restaurant, I felt the food coalesce in my tummy like a giant lead ball. I felt nauseated, and terribly guilty. Guilty for eating stuff that's not good for my body, and guilty for being a party pooper for my friends, who felt like I was not having a great time. The problem was... maybe I wasn't. Maybe I was just a tiny bit jealous watching the girls scarf down huge ice cream-and-waffle plates. Maybe I really wanted some nachos. I'm not sure - the nachos looked revolting and the ice cream would've caused a major stomach ache (even one tiny bite made me feel very uncomfortable today).
Since I am a big proponent of better planning, next time my friends and I have a girl's night out (if they invite me again!) I will plan better.
1. I will try to eat before we go
2. I will drink tea instead of hot chocolate
3. I will change my mindset and try to enjoy being with friends instead of focusing on all the yummy things I can't eat.
4. If all else fails, I will split that ice cream with someone, and have a totally justified tummy ache the next morning.
Hopefully this week would be nutritionally better for me, since last week was a nutritional disaster. Happy Sunday, Spark Folks!