So I fell asleep putting the child to bed again tonight. And I wasn’t even drunk — no alcohol at all in fact even though I nearly put rum in my fruity drink round about 4pm. So close. Still wacked on the eating today. I wanna blame part of it on politeness. A few friends came over for dinner and one announced she would bring pasta. I knew the other two friends wouldn’t eat the pasta, and I didn’t want her to feel like she brought it for naught. I had already mentally committed to eating it before she arrived, so I then felt justified in eating cheese and crackers and bread and drinking juice.
Small favors: at least there was no alcohol and no “real” dessert. Over all, a better day than yesterday, but my jeans felt tighter. Ugh.
2 eggs, 2 slices rice toast with margarine, small peach, coffee with coconut milk 2X
small salad from Trader Joe’s. I did my best to pick off the feta, but maybe those cheese crumbs were what sent me to the brie later on.
2 handfuls dried apples
(Wow, I’m pretty sure I ate something else here, but I can’t think what it might have been — I know it wasn’t off target, at least)
coffee with coconut milk, handful veggies, a few slices brie, 5 mini toasts, 2 crackers, peach ginger fizz with NO RUM
big salad, chicken, small serving cheese tortellini with pesto, coconut milk/fruit popsicle, 3 slices mango
Workout: Tracie Long: Power Up (only 1/2 an hour, but felt great) + 10 minutes pole — upside down with no hesitation. Yippee!