Even before I left Manila, I had lost the plot. Completely.
So I have commitment issues, sue me.
Nevermind what happened after I kicked myself out of ketosis. I won’t even get into that. Just those last two days before I left, that last weekend was totally out of control.
First, there was the buffet at Solaire on Saturday night. (My two cents: It’s pricey – with taxes, it came out to almost P3k, without drinks – but if you’re into a lot of seafood, it should be worth it.) Slowly but surely, I plowed through that buffet. The lobster, cooked in lemon butter, was the winner. And the Korean spare ribs. I liked their gelato and chocolate truffles. And a few other treats from the dessert station may have found their way into my handbag… Eek! Binger!
And then there was Sunday lunch at my aunt’s, where I had three servings of nilagang baka – with rice and potatoes, of course. And, in the spirit of curiosity (“What are Japanese doughnuts?”), I ate 5.5 doughnuts out of six in a box. I only ate half the cinnamon doughnut because I don’t really like cinnamon. Except that I DIDN’T REALLY LIKE THOSE JAPANESE DOUGHNUTS EITHER. Gaaah!
And then there was all of that horrible airline food. Nope, there was no intermittent fasting of any kind going on, despite the best of intentions. That Sunday night/Monday, I took the following flights:
- Manila-Taiwan
- Taiwan-Amsterdam. We missed the connection to Paris and, because Nicolas and I had two different bookings, Nicolas was put on a later but direct flight from Amsterdam to Paris, while I was rerouted to Frankfurt.
- Amsterdam-Frankfurt
- Frankfurt-Paris
By the time I got to Paris, I don’t know what I looked like but I certainly felt like a sausage all bundled up in my coat. Gross.
Now, I’m in France, where I find that I have, once again, overpacked with clothes I cannot wear because (a) I cannot fit into them and (b) – Well, I don’t really need a (b), do I?
I am trying to control my eating here. Of all places. I’m saying no a lot to wine. And bread. And cheese. But yesterday was my birthday and, today, is Nicolas’ mom’s birthday so I’ve been indulging.
I did start following this again:
I started last Tuesday. I also ran for about 20 minutes on that day. I didn’t run yesterday or today but I did walk around a lot.
Why does the bread in this country have to be so damned good??? What am I talking about? Why does everything in this country have to be so damned good???
I blame this wanton gluttony on my not having had a cigarette since I got back to Manila last April 22nd. Notice how I haven’t said that I’ve quit. I’m not sure that I have. Right now, I just haven’t been smoking.
(Stay tuned for my French Food Diary.)