Day Thirty-Three
I did pretty well today, but I still went to bed too full. Let me explain.
There were still treats left over from yesterday's staff meeting--muffins and probably some fruit. I didn't have anything. I ate only what I had brought, and did not even eat my apple. But I had to do a couple of mandatory trainings on the computer, and I cannot stand to go through those again--they are always the same ones--without at least munching something, so my "one handful of seeds" rule went out the window. I did try to munch them sparingly and slowly, but I was not exactly starving when I got home from work.
I then had the last sugar-free brownie from Sunday.
My husband wanted to take me out to dinner. We talked about whether it was more for our six-month anniversary or more for my thirty years of employment, and we agreed to take what kids were at home with us. He wanted to try a different restaurant than the one I always want to go to, so there was some discussion and voting about that before we left.
We did end up going to an Italian restaurant that we all like okay. I had nixed hamburger places because I had a leftover hamburger for lunch and one last night for dinner, and noodle and macaroni places because I didn't want to eat mainly flour. Then I forgot myself and ordered fettuccine alfredo. Silly me. I didn't realize my mistake until after the order came. I only ate about half of it. I avoided the appetizers as much as I could, only trying one tiny thing off the plate. I only had one breadstick, even though I think they are to die for. We all declined dessert. But I still came home stuffed to the gills. I knew that I should have declined to eat much, or possibly even anything, but it's the first time my husband has wanted to take me out to dinner since our wedding night, and he was doing it mainly for me, so I did not want to be a wet blanket.
I did not have my usual cocoa.
There were still treats left over from yesterday's staff meeting--muffins and probably some fruit. I didn't have anything. I ate only what I had brought, and did not even eat my apple. But I had to do a couple of mandatory trainings on the computer, and I cannot stand to go through those again--they are always the same ones--without at least munching something, so my "one handful of seeds" rule went out the window. I did try to munch them sparingly and slowly, but I was not exactly starving when I got home from work.
I then had the last sugar-free brownie from Sunday.
My husband wanted to take me out to dinner. We talked about whether it was more for our six-month anniversary or more for my thirty years of employment, and we agreed to take what kids were at home with us. He wanted to try a different restaurant than the one I always want to go to, so there was some discussion and voting about that before we left.
We did end up going to an Italian restaurant that we all like okay. I had nixed hamburger places because I had a leftover hamburger for lunch and one last night for dinner, and noodle and macaroni places because I didn't want to eat mainly flour. Then I forgot myself and ordered fettuccine alfredo. Silly me. I didn't realize my mistake until after the order came. I only ate about half of it. I avoided the appetizers as much as I could, only trying one tiny thing off the plate. I only had one breadstick, even though I think they are to die for. We all declined dessert. But I still came home stuffed to the gills. I knew that I should have declined to eat much, or possibly even anything, but it's the first time my husband has wanted to take me out to dinner since our wedding night, and he was doing it mainly for me, so I did not want to be a wet blanket.
I did not have my usual cocoa.
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