Splurge

I have been splurging. As much as I tell people and myself that I am not on a diet—I am on a more fit, less fat plan—I have been consciously making decisions about what to eat and what not to eat. For a few weeks, I was adamant about limiting myself to 1500 calories and counting those calories (yes, I know I said in my first post that I wouldn't be writing about counting calories but there's really no way around it). For breakfast I would have one slice of wheat toast (90 calories), one tablespoon of peanut butter (90 calories), one banana (60 calories); for lunch, a mixed green salad with one hard-boiled egg and dressing at (250 calories) and an apple (60 calories); for dinner, brown rice with chicken and broccoli (400 calories) and an orange (60 calories).

But, the last week or so has had several days that have not been good more fit, less fat eating days. Last Friday, I went out for happy hour with my coworkers where I had three slices of an appetizer-sized pizza, a margarita, two vodka sodas, and a shot of Frenet. On Monday I had dinner with Greg at Blue Plate, where we had a delicious meal of rabbit with a cream sauce, chicken with sausage and clams, tuna with fava beans, an arugula salad, and a bottle of red wine. We followed that with drinks at Doc’s Clock (three vodka sodas for me). This past Saturday in Sonoma with Scott, Rob, and David, I had three pork tacos, tortilla chips and guacamole, and a margarita for lunch, one third of a giant turkey shawerma for dinner, and two cups of a mysterious drink with beer, vodka, and lemonade concentrate and a Jell-O shot. And, on Sunday I had dinner with Bill at Little Star: three slices of their deep-dish pizza, a green salad, and a glass of their wheat beer. I don’t even know where to start counting all those calories.

Today, I’m back at my more fit, less fat eating plan: a cup of non-fat yogurt, a salad with egg, and wild rice with chicken and zucchini. I’ve got calories to watch and not consume.