I am going to blow of some stress with a bit of whining, and I hope you’ll indulge me.
It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair! (OK, now I feel a liiiiiiiiiitle better)
Yesterday morning I had one of the most monstrous workouts of my life. I broke a personal record on the spin bike and was sweating rivers. It felt amazing.
Last night went to a wonderful dinner party. The hostess is a longtime friend of mine and fabulous Indian cook. She made an assortment of awesome dishes. I really went in there with a good mindset. I kept thinking, “your stomach is the size of your fist” and really took no more than a fist-sized total of food which I spread on my plate. I took about 2 tablespoons of rice and 1/4 round of naan. I had lots of water. And a glass of wine. Other people there were piling their plates high – maybe 4-5 fists worth. I did notice that our hostess, who is a TINY person – actually took quite a bit less than me – little puddles of sauce and some naan to sop it up. (even though she cooks fish and chicken, she is a self proclaimed pescatarian)
At dessert time, I took one bite of two different desserts, and nothing of the third. I was feeling so virtuous.
This morning: up two pounds. I wanted to cry. Maybe I did cry. Maybe it was water-weight. Maybe it was… I dunno. But I thought, HOW CAN THIS BE? How can I eat 75% less than everyone else there, be SO conscious, and this happens? WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And today I begin my travels. I am tempted not to eat at all. Maybe I’ll fast all weekend. Maybe I’m having a temper tantrum. Maybe I’m… AGH. I don’t know.
Anyway, it will probably all even out. It’s not a huge big deal. It just made me want to sit down and put my head in my hands and wail, again,
IT’S NOT FAIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Okay. Tantrum over. Moving on now.