I just got back from a LOUD Rock and Roll concert with Dan and our friends. Dan's Dad plays bass in a band called Road Rage - and they ROCK. We sat right up front, and got our eardrums blasted out. I have been to many a loud concert before, but I don't ever recall my ears feeling like they are going to explode. I have been sitting here, putting my finger up to my ear expecting to find blood on it. This hurts.
Before going to the concert we went to a restaurant/bar with another couple, and I only had 345 calories left for the day. This "restaurant" did not have ANYTHING not doused in cheesy marinara fat sausage sauce. Though the Italian in me really would have loved to chow down on some spaghetti and meatballs... it just wasn't in the cards.
Do you want to know what I hate? I hate it when you actually HAVE the willpower to say "no" to bad foods, and people berate you for it.
"Come on, just ONE bite?"
"Really, you're not going to have any? But it's SO good!"
"Come on, I'm gonna shove this pizza in your mouth!"
And I know those people are the same freaking people who talk about me some other night when I DO decide to eat pizza, and say to each other, "Wow, she really has gained weight. Maybe she shouldn't eat so much pizza."
Now, I am not quoting that as fact, and it's probably my insecurities peeking through (in a forceful way...) - but that's just how I feel. People who don't struggle with their weight, or those who don't battle the bulge, just don't get it.
Listen. It's hard enough to fight my own temptations inside this squirrely, crazy maze, deep-fried-cheese and donut loving brain of mine, let alone having to deal with other people trying to shove food down my throat.
And on that note, I'll share what I DID have for dinner when we got home:
Health Nut bread with turkey, light mayo, mustard, mushrooms, spinach leaves, American cheese and organic pea sprouts. DELICIOUS! (Oh, and grapes.) :)