Okay, so last Friday and Saturday, because of the storm, I ended up going to Elorde’s Boxing Gym instead of doing kettlebells or CrossFit because, well, Elorde’s is about five minutes away from my house and I could always walk home in the rain should the roads be impassable. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to.
What I did do was step on a goddam weighing scale while I was there and now I know that I am NOT five pounds away from target weight, but TEN. AAAAAACK.
So I’ve decided to stop mucking about already and stop having these stupid conversations with myself:
Me: Okay, will start dieting on January 1.
Me: But that’s a Saturday and you’ll be hungover from New Year’s Eve, so you can’t start then.
Me: January 2 then.
Me: That’s a Sunday. Enjoy the weekend and start on Monday.
Me: Okay, that didn’t work. Will start again on Friday.
Me: Nobody starts anything on a Friday. Do it on Monday. It will be January 10 which is a good day to start.
Six months later…
Although, yes, I’ve already had that conversation with myself about starting again on July 1, a Friday, which is still a stupid day to start, I’ve decided that that day has to be today or I will eat myself into a stupor.
Will only get my carbs from fruits and vegetables. And alcohol. And the sugar from my favorite peanut butter. And dark chocolate.
I sound very serious, don’t I?
ANYWAY…
Since yesterday was my last day to indulge – you can see where this is going, right? – I went out to lunch with my best friends, Ana and Chelu, and my godson, Solo.
We went to Old Swiss Inn where we ate ALL the complimentary bread and I had the open-faced Reuben sandwich and shared Chelu’s pork knuckles and Ana’s geschnetzeltes (shredded pork tenderloin in mushroom cream sauce). With garlic rice. Then we shared a chocolate cake and a carrot cake (I didn’t rate the desserts) while Ana and I finished a whole container of ube lengua de gato (– this one, I do; they’re reeeeally good).
Old Swiss Inn’s Zurich geschnetzeltes. (Internet file photo.)
We waddled out of the restaurant.
Back at their home, Ana and I lazily lay in bed watching movies while Chelu, halfway into our second movie, made us bacon and egg sandwiches. It was only after we washed it down with Coke that we realized that having that sandwich wasn’t such a good idea.
Since we were quite sure that we were about to explode, we decided to skip dinner and I went home.
Well, not really.
I finally picked up some ice cream that I had from ordered a week earlier from Carmen’s Best (which is, by the way, THE BEST ice cream) and was on my way home, when I got a text from Raffy, another BFF. He’s a flight attendant and I hadn’t seen him in ages so I thought I’d swing by his place for a drink.
That one drink stretched from his place, to M Cafe, back to his place (with a few more friends in tow) to 4 AM.
Our Swedish friends, Elsa and Peter, joined us at M Cafe and at Raffy’s apartment.
The ice cream made its way back home, albeit in cracked and misshapen containers. And I know my diet was supposed to begin today but having ice cream at four in the morning doesn’t count because today only officially started when I got up from bed, which was at 11 AM, and I had Spam and eggs. (But that’s only because the maid wasn’t able to get me congee from ChowKing. SSssssshhhhh!!! – Of course, if she had gotten the congee, my diet would have been reset for July 1… Gaah!)
And, although I did remember to set my alarm for CrossFit, there was no way I was going to be able to do that today, so I guess I will have to do kettlebells instead tonight.
Am still a bit cross-eyed from last night and I would kill for a bowl of congee. To paraphrase Steve McCroskey, I guess I picked the wrong week to give up carbs.
Update: Still in a fog. Didn’t make it to kettlebell training.