Food isn’t strange, but our feelings about it can be!

I had a couple of interesting food observations this weekend:

1) We went out for our “free” meal, and I was so disappointed! I had promised myself I could order whatever I wanted with no guilt. I waffled between the artichoke spinach dip and the chicken tenders with buffalo sauce. I got the tenders. The buffalo sauce was sweeter than hot. Blech! I ate about half the order, then handed the rest over to the hubby. He gave me a small piece of his steak & cheese. What a disappointment. Saturday’s nights dinner with the neighbors of homemade (Weight Watchers recipe) tamale casserole and the spiced Mexican rice they brought over was so much better. And much healthier! It’s funny how we build food up in our minds. But it isn’t always the incredible experience we think it will be.

2) I really wanted cheese dip from the Mexican place last night. Washed down with cold beer. I realized that the reason I wanted this at 9 pm was the fact that I was sad the weekend was ending. The hubby was going back out of town, I hadn’t finished all my chores, and I wasn’t ready for the week. I guess having a “treat” would have made the evening feel like a party, thus prolonging the weekend? Anyway, I realized the food (and beer) would make me feel worse rather than better, and wouldn’t change the fact that it was Sunday night. So I had an O’Douls and some leftover baked tomatoes instead.

My eating was good again this weekend. It felt pretty normal, which is a good thing. And I only felt bitter that I can't eat like a glutton and look like a fitness model once or twice (ha!). Exercise wasn’t all that I wanted it to be. I did go to the gym & lift weights Friday night. I didn’t want to, but I told myself it was lift or clean the house. All of a sudden the gym looked great…. Sunday’s run was a shortie (2 miles) due to plans limiting my time. I got a lot of stuff done (clean car, oil change, yadda yadda).

The reason I didn’t finish my cooking chores was due to the fact that I chose to spend my time yesterday making myself a fabulous Mongol-inspired jacket instead. I love it when a costuming plan comes together. I love it! So what if we had to eat Sonic for breakfast and my lunch is part of a can of turkey chili? You must have priorities! I will be the most stylish barbarian at the medieval war in August. And I got no cheese on my breakfast sandwich, so it’s okay. :-)