I woke up this morning with a sweet food hangover.
I’ve been so diligent lately about what I eat, but I absolutely do not believe in dieting (I hate that word) on holidays. Having said that, I’ve spent the last couple of nights celebrating Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year.
If you’re not familiar with Jewish holidays, they’re all either feast or fast. This week I feasted, next week I fast. I haven’t blogged because I’ve been busy eating with folks that don’t necessarily know about my food blog (AKA: The fellas friends and family).
There’s nothing quite as weird as sitting down to a meal at a strangers home and whipping out your giant camera. Perhaps not the best way to make friends and influence people. I think I’ll wait a few months before letting them in on my photography habits.
Trust me when I say I ate A LOT.
So much so that I was still full when I woke up this morning, but I still woke up thinking about chocolate and pizza. I was wondering if they would be an appropriate breakfast. That’s what I call a food hangover. You indulge so much that your body is left kind of drunk feeling, way bloated, and craving more.
I decided to compromise with myself and have my favorite milkshake-esque smoothie for breakfast. It’s almost 500 calories, so it’s definitely on par with a milkshake, but has a wee bit more going for it on the nutrition front.
Anyway, instead of sitting around the house eating cookies, like I wanted to do, I went to the gym for a sesh with my personal trainer. When he asked how I was doing, I sheepishly replied,
“I ate more in the last few days than I’ve eaten in months.”
He laughed and responded, “Good. It keeps you feeling guilty. You need that to make progress.”
I smiled, relieved for a little enabling, but truth be told I don’t like to associate food with guilt…but come on, I’m human, it’s going to happen once and a while.
Then he continued, “You can’t be perfect all the time, you’ll go crazy.”
Have I mentioned how much I like my trainer? Not only does he make me lift heavy things, far heavier than I think I can lift, but he’s pretty fun to talk to. Too bad I can’t really afford to keep hanging out with him.
If only I were a rich blogger. Do they make bloggers in rich flavored?
Post workout snack
After the gym I hit up Starbucks for a little lunch and writing time.
Chicken and hummus bistro box
Grande soy cafe misto
Egg white omelet with goat cheese, spinach, mushrooms, onions
Whole grain toast