Try as I might to be good about eating properly this past week I really blew it on Monday when my husband suggested we go out for breakfast after Julia was safely tucked away at school. I wanted to do steak and eggs at the SouthPoint, even though for the past month I've been strictly eating fruit and drinking juices until my afternoon meal. I've given up on the protein in the morning that I have sworn by for so many years. Took me long enough to realize that with my sedentary job, eating heavy in the morning didn't actually help keep my blood sugar balanced all day, but instead made me sluggish and tired.
The husband overruled my idea of good eats nearby when he said we would be going to the Palace Station for buffet. I did my best pouting about having to go all the way across town for a meal (that was me and my low blood sugar speaking because I was HUNGRY), but my husband promised that the egg bar would make me happy with their delicious made-just-for-you omelets.
What is it about buffet that makes me want throw away everything I know about losing weight? I mean, it was only 12 bucks for both of us to eat, but of course I ate as though I had to "get my money's worth." Well, we recouped the cost and quite a bit more.
Instead of having the vegetarian omelet with a huge salad, like I had planned, I indulged in the salmon quiche with a nice big helping of hash browns. The only thing vegetable-wise that sounded good to go with my plate of badness was sliced tomatoes. You know, a little acidity to cut the grease, right? Not a sliced tomato to be found, not even at the famous omelet bar (although I didn't know that until I got up to get my SECOND plate of food, i.e., omelet with everything.) I suppose the cherry tomatoes would have sufficed, but wait....what's that I notice out of the corner of my eye? Not far away, appearing as an oasis would to some poor schmuck lost in Death Valley, was 20 pounds of perfectly cooked bacon (!) and it was calling my name. Lord help me.
The best thing about buffet is it's very much like gambling for me. Gambling not only in the off-chance that I might get sick from over-indulging (which is exactly what happened thanks to my having sugar AND dairy in that wonderful self-serve butter pecan ice cream that was also calling my name), but also so much like gambling because I don't want to do it again for a long time.
In fact, we threw a few bucks into the machines on our way out. Husband came up about 50, and I left with an extra 25 in my pocket. As we were leaving we laughed and both agreed that that's enough of that for another 6 months or so on both counts, buffet and gambling.
So, when I did the dreaded weigh-in today I was pleased to discover that I hadn't gained any weight, but I also hadn't lost any. I blame it on the bacon causing me to retain water. Yup, uh huh. Bacon...it's all your fault. Rationalization at its best. Here's the kicker...husband ate as much bacon as I did and lost 5 pounds which puts him at 25 pounds lost in the last three weeks (!) So not fair, but still...good for him!
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It made me LOL. Onward and downward, and back on my diet.
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