We're wolfing down dinner over here.
from Jack Sh*t, Getting Fit's post
More Knock Knock Jokes
More Knock Knock Jokes
Today In Review (and yesterday Day 20--a post in the ether)
We've made it to San Francisco! And I can't even believe I'm up blogging--based on our clocks it's almost 1:30 in the morning. We've been up since 4:15, though I did sleep quite a bit on the plane.
I have gone over my calorie counts yesterday and today. Not so great considering when PhD and I discussed my goals for the vaca, I said 3 days I'd allow myself to go over. It's only our first day here.
Yesterday I let myself get stressed out at dinner. We ordered out and I ordered OK. . .the "spa" shrimp & vegetables, which has sauce only on the side with brown rice. But it was pretty bland. . . my mistake was being lured by the siren of the squid. . .ordering the calamari. But really, you know, I was still OK then. It was after dinner when I felt stressed about packing and throwing out good food since were going to be gone that I made myself a smoothie with yogurt and ended up adding Ovaltine to it. . . that's what put me over (I want to keep it in perspective--my Sparkpoints range is 1320-1670 calories a day)--yesterday I had 1895.
Today the travel day I had some good and bad choices. I made great choices at breakfast--ate only half the scrambled eggs and asked to skip the potatoes. I bought and apple and some fig newtons for the plane. . .but I did eat the free Biscoff cookies (I love those cookies). Then at lunch (which we ate at 2:30 our time), I was famished. I ended up ordering fried rabbit. . . but still I was Ok. . .could have made it for dinner if I 'd really, really tried. But I didn't. We met friends and I had 2 glasses of Chianti, I followed my friend eating the bread with pesto (even though frankly I didn't really want it), and I ordered this pasta dish with seafood that was covered in a pizza dough. Based on my best guesses, my total for today was 2343.
We did a lot of walking though. . . but unlikely 800 calories worth. . .
This may be a bit trickier than I thought. . . but I am going to keep tracking. And once we get to the house and can buy a few things. . . and start eating out of my step son's garden it should be easier.
Part of me says, jesus Sandy you've been fat forever why not just forget it on vaca--it's one week. But the problem with that kind of thinking is that it's too hard to get back in focus when you lose focus. I may not be perfect, but I want to be conscious.