Wednesday, December 03, 2014
One salty restaurant meal Saturday.
Two pounds up Sunday.
Off today -- four days later. FOUR.
OK then, I'll remember. It could take that long.
(And: most of that restaurant meal was slid across the table to DH!!)
Don't feel so bloaty today either -- quite a relief. Such an uncomfortable sensation.
But it took four days of (natch) strict tracking of calories and low sodium PLUS extra fluids.
No wonder I don't like eating in restaurants! Particularly when the chosen restaurant and carefully pre-selected menu option was unavailable and I was winging it at an alternate restaurant. That jerk chicken seemed like a reasonable option at the time. But the jerk spicing clearly masked a whole lotta salty salty salty. If I had it to do over again, I would simply have skipped the meal to make the concert deadline. I'd already eaten the apple I was carrying for an emergency . . . but hunger is never an emergency. Four days of bloating felt much worse than temporary hunger.
Also reminding myself: potato chips are my personal kryptonite not just because of their calories. They are the perfect trifecta of salt, sugar (simple carbs metabolizing) and fat. And they also bloat me up with water weight every time.