A Contained Break
When I got on the scale this morning, I expected a slight gain. The last time I’d weighed myself was on Friday when the scale said 168.5, so I was prepared for 169 or even a (very temporary) 170. The reason: the North Beach Restaurant. I went there yesterday with Matt, Ben, Wendy, Narda, and Joe. These folks are my hubby, my son, his wife, and his in-laws.
The restaurant serves Italian food and has a reputation for excellent food. I’d already decided to take a responsible break from counting points for the meal there. I settled on broiled petrole served on a spinach salad. When I saw that everyone else was ordering salad with their entrees, I decided to try the polenta which was listed as a soup. The waiter’s description made it sound richer than I really wanted, but I was curious so went ahead with the order. I’d decided against wine with the meal. Demonstrating my great resolve, I instantly ordered a glass when three at our table opted for a bottle of chianti. I ate more bread than I should have, but it was so good that I’d do it again if presented the opportunity. I shared the polenta. Though I’d hoped others would have taken more of it, I finished the bowl. The leaves of the spinach salad were lightly coated in olive oil. I ate them all, pushing aside the pancetta which also came with it. I finished the petrole and tasted everyone else’s meals. I ate more bread. Reflecting on this all, I’d say that I was relatively prudent in my self indulgence. Yet, I expected a spike in the lbs.
Instead, the scale said 166.5 this morning. I’m sure the lower-than-expected weight is due to the walking that I’ve been doing. With the exception of yesterday, I’ve walked every day since making the commitment to do so about a week ago. Inspired by the number on the scale, I set out for a walk around noon today. The sky was a dull, sluggish gray. I discovered that it was drizzling when I got outside As I made my way down the hill, the drizzle became a light shower. Reasonably certain that I wouldn’t melt, I persevered. The weather gods turned off the faucet. I walked for about 45 minutes.
Thinking back to when I got rid of the 65+ lbs., I remember that exercise was an integral part of what I did. I think that I’ve made getting rid of the regain harder for myself by not getting my body moving these past many months. Yesterday I was able to contain my moderate self indulgence to the restaurant meal. This is a major accomplishment. I suspect that my daily walks are helping me modify my internal sense of a self. I am becoming a person who can enjoy an off-program meal without turning into a mindless eating machine for the rest of the day.
The restaurant serves Italian food and has a reputation for excellent food. I’d already decided to take a responsible break from counting points for the meal there. I settled on broiled petrole served on a spinach salad. When I saw that everyone else was ordering salad with their entrees, I decided to try the polenta which was listed as a soup. The waiter’s description made it sound richer than I really wanted, but I was curious so went ahead with the order. I’d decided against wine with the meal. Demonstrating my great resolve, I instantly ordered a glass when three at our table opted for a bottle of chianti. I ate more bread than I should have, but it was so good that I’d do it again if presented the opportunity. I shared the polenta. Though I’d hoped others would have taken more of it, I finished the bowl. The leaves of the spinach salad were lightly coated in olive oil. I ate them all, pushing aside the pancetta which also came with it. I finished the petrole and tasted everyone else’s meals. I ate more bread. Reflecting on this all, I’d say that I was relatively prudent in my self indulgence. Yet, I expected a spike in the lbs.
Instead, the scale said 166.5 this morning. I’m sure the lower-than-expected weight is due to the walking that I’ve been doing. With the exception of yesterday, I’ve walked every day since making the commitment to do so about a week ago. Inspired by the number on the scale, I set out for a walk around noon today. The sky was a dull, sluggish gray. I discovered that it was drizzling when I got outside As I made my way down the hill, the drizzle became a light shower. Reasonably certain that I wouldn’t melt, I persevered. The weather gods turned off the faucet. I walked for about 45 minutes.
Thinking back to when I got rid of the 65+ lbs., I remember that exercise was an integral part of what I did. I think that I’ve made getting rid of the regain harder for myself by not getting my body moving these past many months. Yesterday I was able to contain my moderate self indulgence to the restaurant meal. This is a major accomplishment. I suspect that my daily walks are helping me modify my internal sense of a self. I am becoming a person who can enjoy an off-program meal without turning into a mindless eating machine for the rest of the day.
posted by ArleneWKW at 6:39 PM
4 Comments:
Activity definitely plays a role. On the weeks that I'm more active, I'm more likely to lose the weight.
Arlene,
This is good a move towards your eventual target.
Arlene congratulations on not having a gain. Now you can say you enjoyed some good company, a great meal, and you are maintaining your weight loss. That is perfect! Keep up the good work!
Thanks everybody. And TexasGal, I'm so pleased to see you commenting on my blog.
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