so, eating-wise, i feel pretty good about this weekend. i’m beginning to see a pattern, though, with my weight gain: i think it’s almost entirely alcohol-related.
this is going to be tougher than i thought.
saturday afternoon, i had a great lunch at oasis. crazy healthy lentil soup with veggies. 1/2 a whole-wheat bagel. (not pictured. i ate it.) small cup of coffee with skim milk. enjoyed it for a while over a great book. afterwards, i felt great.
dinner was great, too. went to ABC and had a fantastic greek salad (feta, lettuce, olives, tomato, cucumber, red onion, and scallions, light vinaigrette) with some whole wheat pita and a little hummus. also had one glass of red wine. moderation, moderation, moderation. felt great about that, too. not too full, also not hungry. perfect!
then, drinking. went to a holiday party (champagne), chapter house (rich, hoppy beers), back to ABC (more beers), and then crashed, late. don’t want to think about all the calories.
and then, on sunday, i got my period.
all bets are off when i’m on my period. i get nauseous, irritable, tired, and i happen to only crave salty, deep fried foods and/or pizza. i was feeling pretty sorry for myself (i also happened to be a wee bit hungover, as it were), so instead of fixing myself lunch, i ordered out. i called lost dog and ordered my “usual” — the aye chihuahua salad with blackened chicken and the vinaigrette on the side. it was great.
but i also ordered these. i ate them all. and you know what? i don’t regret a single bite. they were awesome and greasy and crunchy and made me feel better.
i was too tired/nauseous/bloated/achy to do anything for the rest of the day/night, so that ended up being the only meal of the day. i was so tired i skipped dinner and went to bed at 9:45. woke up at 9am, which brings me to a grand total of 12 hours of sleep in a single night. i still have cramps, but i feel great otherwise!