Something ventured. Nothing gained. But nothing lost either. Still 187. No change in a week. With my weight. Hmmm.....was it the beer and martinis in Manha'an? Or the tacos last night? Or the fact that I haven't exercised since my first posting? Today begins a new week and another chance.
Lara was here this weekend and we found two great places - just walkin' around Manhattan! 350 Fifth Avenue, roof top bar. Sooo cool. The Empire State Bldg was just across the street and lit up colorfully - just like we were. Big red robes with hoods to keep warm! Pretty funny. Then we kept walking and found a funky little restaurant in Nolita called Room 18 - another martini - Guavaloe martini this time - yum. You gotta have fun. So interesting to watch the drunks and fashion in Penn Station at 1am. Girls screaming at their boyfriends, teenagers totally inappropriately dressed with heels they can barely stand in, let alone walk in.
Speaking of Penn Station, when we got there, after having had all those drinks and dinner (though we were neither inappropriately dressed nor falling down drunk) Tim wanted ice cream, so, naturally, I had one too. But about two bites in I was like, "Here I go again, what's up? ice cream at 1am? I'm not even hungry!" So I gave it to Brent.
Lesson there: Self control means that others cannot affect how I behave with food. Peer pressure. The fact that the food is just there. I feel as though it would be rude of me not to partake. But that's a load of crap, I realize.
So this week: exercise more, have better options in the fridge (shoot - have something in the fridge! my poor family!), don't let others sway me into eating what I should not or am not hungry for. Today I purposely planned an appointment at noon so that I would have time to exercise after dropping off Jack. Next weekend is the Cow Harbor 10K and I'm hardly prepared for it! I think the adrenaline will just have to carry me through!
OK, be well.
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