We went out to dinner last night at Cheesecake factory, probably one of the worst places for someone like me to go. The menu is like a novel, with thousands of options and the desserts don’t stop. Cheesecake is something I consider as completely off limits. I will never allow myself to eat it, because I know just how much fat and crap is in it. Now, I love cheesecake, when I was a child I would eat it all the time. Just one day, perhaps with the eating issues surfaced, I decided it was off limits. So needless to say I was very nervous going to this restaurant knowing my family would wonder what was wrong with me if I didn’t eat any of the famous cheesecake.
Luckily, I was able to find a reasonably healthy menu option, the Thai lettuce wraps appetizer. It was mostly raw vegetables and some grilled chicken and it looked beautiful. The plate was huge, so it looked to everyone that I was eating a ton of food. I was happy. Of course I decided I wasn’t going to eat the chicken or at least very much of it and I kept moving things around on the platter so it looked like I was eating much more than I did. Usually I would just eat the food normally, but I was preparing for the inevitable, I was going to have to eat cheesecake. My family kept talking about it. There was no getting around it.
I did order some cheesecake and I did eat almost half of it. I was perfection I must say. So creamy and densely flavored, it was clearly the highlight of my day. I was happy I ate it and I was happy that I allowed myself to enjoy it. I probably could have eaten the entire piece but I was trying to practice a little restraint. Besides hubby took care of it quite quickly, so don’t worry, it wasn’t wasted.
My MIL leaves today, I will be glad to have our house back to ourselves. After a few days with house guests our places feels quite small and it gets a little tense for me. I guess its because I am used to living alone and being by myself a lot. Before we were married I lived alone for about 8 years and I’m not much of a social butterfly, I tend to be a loner. So too many people in one place can be a little overwhelming at times.
The weather is nice out, I hope to get some sort of workout in after we drop MIL at the airport. I am trying to move more, but sometimes it’s very hard. Or maybe it’s just that I’m incredibly lazy when it comes to working out. I know if I worked out more I could focus on my diet a little less, because I would be burning more. But I just can’t seem to get in a good exercise routine. 3 or 4 days I am ok then I take a day off and all of a sudden the day off turns into 2 weeks. I clearly lack a consistency gene somewhere.
Well, I better get moving the day is wasting away.
Feliz Sabado!
