Note to readers: this is a Saturday morning regret post. Completely G-rated, but still, will contain lots of self-flagellation and self-deprecation. If you don’t like when I beat myself up, well, then click to my Jon Hamm post instead. If you LOVE when I kick myself, then you should also make sure you read my post about my wedding as weight-loss incentive (though it is failing me the past several days.)
My biggest diet downfall is eating in restaurants.
When I eat at home, it’s easy to eat well. Especially because we just don’t keep junk in the house. If it’s there, I might eat it. If it’s not there, I’m certainly not going to go out and get it.
But in a restaurant it’s different. All the options are there! And they look so good, and the descriptions are so well written…
I shouldn’t have gone out for dinner last night. I should have eaten at home. I’m such a self-saboteur.
Three days ago I was the lowest weight I’d been in…decades? And I fit into the lowest size of jeans I can recall wearing! (Still not beating HIGH school, but it’s cool.) So what did I do afterwards? I ate like crap. I went to Ernesto’s and had DESSERT. I made a decently healthy pizza at home but then ate too much of it (self control on portion size is still an at-home challenge). And then last night I went to Stellina with some friends. Don’t get me wrong. It was fantastic. But really, did I NEED to order the lasagna? And we split antipasto. Which ended up having a huge amount of cheese. Which I ate my full share.
I also had a salad (not pictured) because I absolutely love restaurant salads. Honestly I was full after the antipasto, and certainly after the salad. Luckily I managed not to eat the entire portion of lasagna and brought it home…where it sits in my fridge and I am debating tossing it because I probably shouldn’t eat it for lunch. But then that’s a waste of food. And considering the amount I’ve spent eating out, I shouldn’t waste food. Though arguably it’s a waste when you eat food your body doesn’t need.
To make matters worse, the rest of the weekend contains more potential diet disasters: tonight is a friend’s birthday dinner, and tomorrow night is a friend’s going away party.
I AM good at working out, at least. I got up and ran 3 miles this morning. I ran 4 miles yesterday with Jen after having had a workout in the morning with Mike (I still can’t get over the fact that he wore his 80s outfit!). Frankly all that exercise likely led to my complete and utter lack of self-control at dinner. It’s such a double edged sword!
Okay. I need to put it behind me. I will do better at dinner tonight (perusing the menu, there is a delicious looking ahi tuna entree that would likely be fantastic and diet friendly). One day at a time.
Yes, I know I’m too hard on myself. You don’t need to tell me that.
Was dinner last night fun? YES.
After I took this picture the hostess offered to take a picture of all of us. Which was such a refreshing change from many restaurants, where the hostess barely will make eye contact since he or she is OBVIOUSLY so much above you. Thank you lovely hostess at Stellina!
Of course I look silly because I’m leaning in at a weird way. I should have flexed instead 😉