My mom and I went to a couple bridal shops, to peruse wedding gown styles. In one particular shop, I was handed a gift bag with a pretty bow and “Congratulations!” tag. I said my thanks and we went about our business…which I’ll fill you in on later.
SMILEY FACE SMILEY FACE SMILEY FACE.
When I got home, I opened the gift bag and saw coupons for a bunch of places, a travel sized deodorant, a package of tissues, and two Slimful bars that promise to “satisfy hunger for hours”…so you don’t eat anything else. Like, you know. REAL FOOD.
So, are they saying I’m not supposed to eat real food on the day of my wedding?
I would die. Or, more realistically…faint. Continue reading
Hindsight is 20/20. I don’t know what we were even thinking, going to a restaurant named SugarToad. I hate (am terrified of and disgusted by) frogs. But, while the name left me thinking of a warty toad flailing around in my sugar dish, the menu looked pretty good. And, it was about 30 minutes from our home, so we thought we’d embark on a little dining adventure.
The restaurant is located in a hotel — a pretty nice hotel — and I guess due to my experiences with hotel bars/restaurants (dp and Yono’s being two great examples), I thought this was a plus. We were pretty excited to potentially be in a hip, modern place surrounded by people our age.
We made 8:30 reservations. And, we got lost getting there. But, I called and let the hostess know we were running late, and asked if she could provide directions based on where we were. She could not. I asked her to confirm their address for me, and she had to put me on hold to find it. She asked me if I could call back if we weren’t able to find them, to let them know we wouldn’t be coming. “Absolutely”, I told her. I would hate for someone to be waiting for a table when they could have ours.
We finally get there at 8:50 to find a completely empty restaurant, aside from a table of 4 diners in their 60s/70s seated smack in the middle. The hostess greets us, without looking at us, and with a bitchy tone, asks “Did you have reservations, by any chance?”
Really?! Continue reading
I would always laugh at the term “fat and happy” and scoff at “well, when people are content and settled, they gain weight…” – usually because it was always delivered with a smirk and “you’ll seeeeee” type attitude.
No. I do not see. Ignorance is bliss, I’d think. And, I also like staying in the type of ‘in shape’ I’m comfortable with.
While I have zero desire to ever be a ‘gym person’, I find other ways to exercise. Daily walks with the pup, and Pilates is – or I should now say was – a big source of exercise for me. At one point, I would have considered myself to be a Pilataholic. And, when it came to eating – I was never a stress eater. In fact, I was always just the opposite. Nervous, upset, disappointed, angry or stressed? I could not eat. I literally was not hungry — and eating was the most undesirable activity my body could partake in.
OK, THE POINT.
Point is, with the huge stress of leaving a job and people I love to move from NY to IL, I lost the desire — and time — to exercise. And, gained the desire to eat comfort food over anything else. This is especially aided by being on the road and/or without pots and pans to cook with. Restaurants and takeout is just easier. I’d try to make healthy choices. Oh, a salad for dinner? Sounds awesome and healthy, sure. Let’s add fried chicken, guacamole, cheese, ranch dressing and a side of onion rings, though. Because I’m stressed.