I’m so nervous about weighing in tomorrow. This week has been a serious challenge to my healthy eating plans.
Tuesday I went to the baseball game. I reserved lots of points for this, mostly because I was sitting in a Skybox and would have access to lots of delicious food. I had a plan! I was going to eat a hot dog (I love street meat so much) before going in, to make sure I wasn’t starving upon hitting the buffet of munchies upstairs. Sure, hot dogs aren’t great for you, but since I hardly ever eat them (read: once a year), I figured it’s not that big of a deal. Plus I counted the points for it.
I had my hot dog. Then I got to the box and was able to ignore the pizza available, as well as the chicken wings. I snacked on some celery and carrot sticks and helped myself to one veggie and cheese quesadilla. I drank Coke Zero instead of beer and was just congratulating myself on my iron self control when….I spotted the cheese tray.
Now for those of you who don’t know me (read: all of you but one – hi Jacquie!), cheese is my weakness. I love it. I love it so much. It really doesn’t matter what kind or variety it is, if it is fermented milk product (yum!), I’m going to want to eat it.
This cheese tray in question was friggin’ awesome. It had really old cheddar, the kind that is so old it’s crumbling apart. It had smoked gouda, soft Boursin, brie and a hunk of bleu cheese. There was the appropriate fruits on the platter, as well as honey and an apple curry chutney. I can’t even tell you how good it was (my mouth is watering as I type this). My friend P and I were in awe and between the two of us, we devoured most of the cheese (although I really did try to eat the fruit first, to slow myself down). I ate it, kinda felt guilty and then brushed it away.
First, this is a lifestyle change and I don’t eat a cheese tray every day. This was a one time thing, an aberration! I’m allowed to indulge every once in a while (moderation, don’t you know?) and I’ll be damned if I’m going to feel guilty about eating QUALITY food. A McDonalds meal? Sure, I’ll feel guilty about that, but this was CHEESE!!!!
I moved on.
The rest of the week was smoother. Then Saturday I went shopping with some friends and bought something from Old Navy for the first time in my life. Old Navy in the USA might sell plus-sizes, but they don’t here in the Great White North and I’ve never been able to fit in their largest sizes. No more! Sure what I bought was yoga pants, but still. I was proud.
I celebrated this pride by having some gelato. Not the worst thing in the world and I did count the points, but I was not happy to be eating something I hadn’t planned.
Again, I moved on.
Sunday. Sunday was my company picnic. I had pulled the food guy aside before hand and made sure that a veggie burger and whole wheat bun would be available to me. It was delicious. I avoided the mayonnaise based salads, and picked up a preportioned bag of chips, figuring at least I could count the points properly. I was so pleased with myself. Then I spotted my nemesis.
This girl I work with makes these things. I have no idea what they’re called, but basically they are graham crackers covered in sugar, butter, almonds and sesame seeds. They are like crack. So buttery! Not too sweet! Just perfect!
I had four of them. I estimated they were about two to three points a piece and had a salad for dinner.
In conclusion, while I only went over my points on The Day of Cheese, I still feel like I made some crappy choices this week. I managed to get all my workouts in this week though and I’m hoping that might have mitigated some of the worst offenses.
We’ll see tomorrow, won’t we?