Let me back up for a minute. For years, I've been lamenting that I have the body of someone who lives on Doritos and Miller, whereas I (mostly) eat fish and vegetables and fresh fruit and whole-wheat bread and all that stuff you're supposed to eat. And I like that stuff! Why doesn't my body respond to the lovely healthy fuel I give it? All along, I've suspected that hooch was the culprit. But temperance is not for me . . . and I couldn't see another option.
And when I scanned my week, that's what I mostly saw: lots of fresh fruit and vegetables (gotta eat my way through a biweekly CSA share!), lentils and beans, whole grains. Mostly. The big exception, and the two days where my numbers were wildly outside Fat Secret's limits, were the two days I ate at restaurants. NOT the day I drank to excess with the sisters Hart, Blogger Dawn, and Brunie! The restaurant days.
This has rocked my world — and NOT in a good way!
Restaurants are my theater! my haven! my home away from home! They are my favorite form of both entertainment and succor!
AND, as I well know from reading Anthony Bourdain, the secret ingredient that makes restaurant food so very delicious? Is butter.
I have to cut down on my restaurant meals, AND I have to be very, very careful about what I order and then eat.
Crappity crap crap.
But the great happy news?
Wine is not the enemy!!!!! And that is VERY great, VERY happy news indeed.
- Today's scale reading: 283
Today I'm taking the kids to the beach; I will walk "briskly" along the shore (I can't walk briskly in sand, but I'll give it my all), brave the icy waves, drink lots of water, and eschew most of the snack bar food. It will be fun.
Oh! Another "thrilling" learning from scanning my Fat Secret diaries: "Desk work" burns FEWER calories than "resting." Well, bugger that, I'm not entering "desk work" any more. I type like a ferret on uppers, don't tell ME I'm not burning calories. Hmph.
The siren song of the ocean calls!*
* Wow, aren't I making this sound like something I really want to do? In actuality, I HATE going to the beach with my kids. I like BEING AT the beach, but the going there — the packing, the gathering, the loading, the parking, the toting — is one of my levels of Hell. HATE. But it's a beautiful day, I know we'll have fun.