Beer and the magical snack jockey
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
One of my Spark Teams- No topic off limits, started a 1/2 pound challenge this week and I guess the pressure made me crack.
Yesterday I had a healthy brunch item that consisted of a chorizo, cauliflower, scallion, and caviar all cooked into an egg. I made a ham bone soup that afternoon with my Easter ham that consisted of course, of the ham bone and a smoked pork hock but also lots of vegetables including salad vadalias, cauliflower, carrots, and onions, along with the bean mix.
I didn't snack on anything all afternoon, not even on the delicious ham that I took 30 minutes dicing up. I did however drink 4 1/4 beers, which I haven't done for a long time. For dinner I ate 2 bowls of the soup and some Mexican corn bread and settled down for a little reading as I finished my last beer of the evening. While I was reading I mowed down 5 servings of cheese nips (thank god the box became empty) and then got up and ate a raspberry whip Easter egg and a chocolate covered marshmallow egg from my kids basket. Then I didn't wait out my cravings, I picked up a bag of his tortilla chips, those really good Margaritaville ones, and even though the alarm bells were going off, I brought them over to my chair where I was reading and promptly polished off the bag which was around half full (thank god the bag became empty).
I consumed 2,925 calories on this day, about double what I normally do! This 2 days after Easter were I didn't even bother to count calories. Maybe that had something to do with it.
What should I do? Kick myself in the ass? Crawl into a tub of movie theater popcorn? Beat myself up and quit trying and let all those other losers from my Spark Team prevail? No- what I am going to do is:
#1 Realize that drinking good ale from Britain lowers my resistance and turns me into a snack jockey and so therefore commit to making this a rare hapstence during this contest (or clean out all my kids snack food before I do so).
#2 Get up from this chair and go for a long run and purge the bad day from my pores and go forward as if nothing happened and maybe still get my half pound by the Friday weigh in even though my old analog scale doesn't do half pounds (did you know some people track their weight in tenths?) and I have to lose a whole one.
P.S.- I ran the furthest that I have in years at 5.4 miles and now I'm only looking forward!