After the morning, I was not very motivated which is not a good thing for cake day. I needed to be at my best to avoid the cake. I should have had a good breakfast but I was so mad at the diet I refused to make eggs. I just had a banana. A little later I had some almonds. I did not pack my lunch so Nova and I planned to go out. I had absolutely no desire for anything on the diet. We went to Old Town Tavern. I ordered a grilled chicken salad with oil and vinegar. Nova had a personal pizza. She did ask if that was going to bother me before she ordered. Nova's pizza came out smelling all delicious and my bland salad came out, well, bland. I took one bite of the chicken and gagged. Ok, it really wasn't that bad, but it tasted like old chicken. I'm so sensitive to my meat these days that I can tell when something is not fresh. In the least high maintenance voice, I told the waitress I didn't think the chicken was fresh. She apologized and asked if I wanted another or if I wanted something else. I couldn't find anything else that I wanted so I settled for a hamburger with no bun and the vegetable medley. The waitress came back later to let me know that the cook said the chicken was cooked that morning so he didn't know why it wasn't fresh...um...because it was cooked that morning....not fresh to order. Ok, sorry, that did sound extremely high maintenance.
After lunch, I returned to my desk to find an email from Saint Weaver. The cake was served. Oh dear. Yellow cake...oh dear...with lemon filling and lemon icing. Ok, so not my total favorite, but a very good end-of-summer choice nonetheless. I really wanted some, especially since I was feeling bitter from my current weight situation (oh, yea, that makes sense...I'm mad that I weigh too much so I really want cake...just confessions of an addict). I wasn't going to get any cake, but I wanted to go look at the cake, you know torture myself. Ms. Weaver found me just in time....she saved me from disaster.
After work, I went up to my parents' house to kayak for Kristy, Tracy, and Mike to do an open water swim. I didn't feel like swimming (still bitter). While we were chatting before the swim, I asked Tracy how much weight she'd lost so far. She looked ashamed...like she didn't want to tell me. I know she didn't want to hurt my feelings. "Thirteen pounds" she said sheepishly. Then I asked Kristy how much weight she'd lost (she's doing South Beach), "Eight pounds" she said. My head started to spin. What in the world?!? Now, it would seem that I'm not happy for my friends' success, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. I am so proud of them and happy for them; I am just insanely JEALOUS and bitter that I have only lost 1.4 pounds. They could tell by my face I was very frustrated, so the did what every friend would do and tried to make me feel better by lying to me. Tracy said that it was because I didn't have that much to lose (lies!); Kristy said it was because I was doing CrossFit and I was gaining muscle (lies); then Tracy thought it might be from my Boar's Head turkey that might have sugar in it (checked, it doesn't). I was just waiting for them to tell me I was big boned (biggest lie people tell others who are larger than them). I told them it was ok, that they didn't need to try and find an excuse for my anti-success. I am currently ahead in the Facebook points race; however, let it be known that I will not accept any winnings for points if I do not look any different.
I was so bummed from the day's events that when I got home, I didn't really want to eat and couldn't even blog. I didn't want to be a complete negative Nancy. Marcus came in from cutting the grass and asked what was for dinner. I just shrugged. He said he kind of wanted eggs. Oh! That's a great idea! I haven't had those in so long. Sounds wonderful dear. So, he brought me 2 scrambled eggs which I eeked down. Then I went to bed.
This morning started out better. I did weigh myself (I know I'm not supposed to but I'm OCD) and I was one pound lighter than the day before making my total loss 2.4 pounds. Not great, but improvement. After weigh-in, I got ready to go meet Kristy and Brandon for quick 57 mile ride in the mountains. Since I had eggs for dinner, I decided to have something different. I made my own Paleo smoothie. I threw in almond milk, almond butter, a banana, unsweetened cocoa, and some ice in the blender. Delightful, I must say. I then had to pack my snacks for the ride. The thing that stinks about long endurance rides and/or runs and Paleo is that you really can't have any of the quick energy nutrition staples that you really need. I had to get creative. I packed individual packets of almond better, freeze dried fruit, and a Lara bar. I had to make sure I had proper nutrition to get through the mileage and the climbing. The ride was difficult to say the least. My legs bonked sooner than normal. It was a struggle. I did feel that I had enough to eat but I could just hear my quads crying for carbs. Kristy was in a similar boat with South Beach. Brandon was very patient with my lethargic pace and we finished in just under 6 hours. For those of you that don't cycle, that's a long time for a 57 mile ride; granted, most of it was in the mountains, but still. That was slow. Thanks to Brandon and Kristy for waiting for me.
After the ride, I was more than tired and extremely hungry. I had chicken fajitas and guacamole for lunch. That was delicious. Then I took a nice long nap during the Georgia game. Marcus woke me up at 4:30 to get ready for dinner. He had made reservations at a restaurant he wasn't going to tell me the name of in Atlanta. He said he checked out the menu and there were things for me to eat in my caveman state. On the way to the restaurant he says "If you were going to cheat, I would do it tonight." Great. Not only do I have to have deal with my own evil thoughts, I have to overcome taunting from my husband. I told him I wasn't cheating until it was over. He said, "ok, but just so you know, they have a pastry chef on staff". Fabulous. Why don't we just take an alcoholic to a bar. We got to the restaurant which turned out to be Kevin Rathbun's Steak (http://kevinrathbunsteak.com/menu.html). He was a customer of Marcus's and he also beat Bobby Flay in Iron Chef. This couldn't be bad. The waitress brought our menus along with a wine list. I thought about having a glass of wine, but I declined. I quickly found the filet on the dinner menu and tried not to look at anything else. Marcus asked if I saw the grilled cheese with tomato soup appetizer. I told him I didn't, but thankfully, the image is now permanently imprinted in my brain. Marcus decided on a fried oyster appetizer and seared Ahi tuna for an entree. He was getting the tuna so I could try some. I usually don't eat anything that swims (texture and smell issue that goes way back), but I told him I would try some things while on this diet. First the oysters came out. They actually smelled delicious...either because they were fried or because they were served on a pancake (mmmm.....pancakes). The waitress also brought us some bread in the cutest little basket. It looked amazing. Marcus confirmed it was amazing and ate it in front of me.
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| Cute little bread box with tiny assorted breads |
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| "ooohh....this is delicious honey" |
Until tomorrow....
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