Not Every Occasion is Special
Good afternoon folks!
beautiful hazy Tuesday here in the Dirty Durham and I’m enjoying last night’s Gossip Girl as I wolf down last night’s leftover spaghetti squash. It’s even better than it was last night, if that’s possible. Complimented with that sad little basil plant, spinach, some chopped pepperoni, and mozzarella cheese (and a liberal smattering of crushed red peppers, of course), so flavorful, and so rich.
I didn’t take a picture because honestly, it was a twin to last night’s meal, even served in the same bowl.
I paired the meal with a delicious low-cal dessert. My old friend, J-E-L-L-O!
I went with the strawberry-kiwi today and it was divine.
For today’s snack, I’m trying something I promised myself I’d never eat. I’ll reveal later how it went, but wish me luck!
In other news, I’ve come to a realization. As I stood on the scale at the gym yesterday, I realized my weight had ballooned and blossomed several pounds since my last check-in. I tried to think back about this summer and figure out what I did wrong. Then I remembered.
Basically, every “occasion”, big or small, has been a “special” occasion for me this summer. It’s been full of wedding celebrations, beer events, and, of course, my birthday! And while I always told myself that I’d never let my weight loss efforts get in the way of enjoying things like food at events. But when you travel two weekends a month and have at least one beer outing a week, and there are still tailgates, parties, and BBQs to be had, sometimes you need to step back and remember that not EVERY “occasion” is one of those “special occasions” that you promised yourself you wouldn’t miss out on.
It’s okay to indulge now and then, but letting your plans and healthy eating go out the window every time someone announces, “It’s not going to rain this weekend! Let’s get a pizza!” is a bad habit to get into.
It’s a bad habit I got into a lot this summer.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed the heck out of every summer. But, realistically, I’ve celebrated every moment to the fullest, mostly when it comes to my stomach. It’s no mystery that many of life’s biggest events revolve around special foods (birthday and wedding cakes, homemade meals, tailgate food, etc) but I think that I just needed to remember that the focus wasn’t on just enjoying every last bite of a special meal. It’s about the special occasion itself, and the food can just add to the fun.
Honestly, that post was mostly for me so, in the meantime, please enjoy this video, shared by Courtney of Sweet Tooth, Sweet Life, which will now embody my future as I play it on repeat.
Do you overeat during special occasions?
Or, for more constructive advice, how do you stop yourself when you seem to just be eating to celebrate?