I can go weeks without any real plans on the weekend. Then, it never fails, I’ll have one day with a ton of events planned. Sunday was one of those days. Not one, not two, but THREE parties to attend. I wasn’t sure how I’d do it all but figured I’d try. I was interested to see how I’d do on the eating but, honestly, decided not to worry about it.
So, the first party was at 11:30 — my youngest nephew’s 3rd birthday. I slept late (which was good because I haven’t been sleeping very well lately) so ended up not eating breakfast. I know, not usually a good idea. But, it worked out OK. I ate two small slices of cheese pizza (I purposely chose the smallest because for some reasonI really wanted two). I ate some of my dad’s soft pretzel — which tasted good but I wished I hadn’t eaten it only because I wasn’t hungry and didn’t really want it. I drank water and ended up wanting some soda so I treated myself to a small bit (probably two small sips) of Sierra Mist. Then I had a cupcake. I wanted a cupcake so I ate it. Which is kind of funny because I don’t usually like store bought cupcakes. But, for some reason I wanted one yesterday.
Party #2 was a bridal shower. I ate one small piece of pineapple — because I LOVE pineapple. And two tortilla chips with homemade salsa because the bride-to-be and hostess are famous for their homemades salsa.
Party #3 was Christmas dinner party. I skipped the cookies and other “goodies” that they had all around and didn’t get any punch — not because I was depriving myself but because I didn’t want any so I skipped them. Dinner was salad, prime rib, chicken cordon bleu, and a twice baked potato. I ate the salad then asked for my dinner with no meat and they gave me extra salad to go with my twice baked potato. They had sour cream to add to the potato but I, didn’t want any so I pretty much had salad with 1/2 a baked potato. It was yummy. Then they brought out dessert. I was a bit irritated that I ate the dessert only because I didn’t like it, I didn’t want it, and it wasn’t all that good. If I’d enjoyed it I would have been fine with the fact that I ate it — but I didn’t so I wish I’d skipped it. But, I started feeling self-conscious because I was sitting next to the person who’d planned the food and felt bad that I’d already turned down the main dish. So, I was more irritated with myself for eating something I didn’t want.
All in all, I’m happy with my party day.
Today my new scale (yes, 2nd new scale in a week) arrived. I like it a lot more than the one I bought last week. It feels more sturdy so I’m happy. We’ll what it says tomorrow. Considering that on top of all the crap I’m dealing with today just happens to be the day that TOM decided to visit I’m not holding out too much hope.
15 December 2009, 2:43 AM
it is ALL about that sentence…that you are happy with your party day.
when I feel that way it totally allows me to move on, not lament and STICK to my healthy living plan.
heres to a good week as well.
Miz.
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15 December 2009, 6:23 AM
i’ve been there – not wanting the dessert, yet somehow finding it hard to pass up. then feeling bad about it later.