So my birthday dinner went OK last night, but I definitely deviated from my plans.
We had to wait for about 35 minutes to get a table at the restaurant, and my family decided that we’d wait in the bar. They all had drinks, but I ordered an unsweetened iced tea with lemon because I was determined to keep my points down. Once we got to the table, I then ordered a water instead of the skinny cocktail I had originally planned to get because I didn’t really feel like having alcohol. I’m not sure why—I just didn’t.
Then my family decided that they wanted an appetizer—a plate of cheesy garlic bread with marinara dipping sauce. It looked so good, and I ended up giving in to temptation and having two small pieces and about 1 Tbsp. of marinara, which cost me 4PP.
When it came time to order the main entree, I stuck with my original plan and ordered the 12PP spinach + cheese ravioli. What I didn’t realize, though, is that all entrees apparently come with a choice of soup or salad, too. I picked the soup (because I didn’t know what came on the salad or what to do about the dressings), which ended up being a 3PP cup of minestrone. Once that was said and done and the ravioli got to the table, I was very mindful and conscientious of my eating. My Weight Watchers leader reminded me last Friday that there’s a difference between being stuffed and being satisfied (something I have a hard time differentiating between). She said to think of what I feel like when I’m “starving” and then keep that in mind while eating. Once those “starvation” symptoms abate, that means I’m satisfied. Keeping that in mind, I only ended up eating half of the ravioli instead of the whole plate! That knocked my PP total down to 6PP for that dish, and it rounded out to a total of 13PP including the bread and soup I ate.
Here’s where I made a questionable decision.
This restaurant is a very touristy place, and if you order a beer or an Italian cream soda, you get either a keepsake beer mug or a keepsake drinking glass to take home. I’ve come to this restaurant with my family for my birthday dinner every year since I was 1—every year, that is, except for my 21st. I used to suck down Italian cream sodas like nobody’s business, and my kitchen cabinet at home, I kid you not, is 80% made up of these keepsake glasses. It’s a quirky little thing about me that makes people laugh when they come to my house and reach for a glass in my kitchen. 😉 So, anyways, my dad told the waiter last night that it was my birthday and that I had to have a glass—it was tradition. I just wanted the glass sans-soda, but I ended up giving in and letting the waiter talk me into ordering a blackberry Italian cream soda “since I was paying for it anyways.” So there went another 4PP. The soda was so sweet that I could barely stand to drink it, but I did, and I was disappointed with myself for doing so. I sat there and drank something that I really didn’t care for just for the sake of doing it.
This rounded out my PP total to 17, which was actually OK since I had budgeted 30PP for the night. At this point I had 12PP leftover, which was great since I’d decided I was going to have that 12PP piece of ice cream cake when I got home!
Since my dad had told the waiter it was my birthday earlier, the whole staff came out singing and carrying spumoni once we’d finished our food. I love spumoni, so, once again, I gave in. However, I only ate 1/4 of it (which was only about 3 bites) before passing the cup over to my dad who then finished it off. The 1/4 serving tacked another 1PP on to my total, though, which brought me to a grand total of 18PP for the night.
I left the restaurant feeling stuffed—something I’d hoped not to do.
As I walked the block or so back to the parking garage with my family, my stomach immediately started to rebel. My mom was super concerned and said that I’d probably shocked my system with all of the food since I don’t eat like this anymore. I agreed. I felt super sick for the rest of the night. I skipped all after-dinner celebrations (including ice cream cake) and just went home and fell asleep around 8:30 PM.
I can’t decide what to think of this. On one hand, I’m proud of myself because I ate half of my main entree and only 1/4 of my dessert, and I ended the day with an excess of 12PP. On the other hand, I’m super disappointed that I drank that Italian cream soda when I didn’t even actually like it, and I’m disappointed that I allowed myself to eat until I was stuffed. I’m also not happy that I spent the remainder of my night feeling ill.
So was this one for the success category or one for the failure category? I’m not altogether sure… It’s probably middle of the road.
One thing’s for sure, though: I did much, much, much better on this birthday than on any of my previous birthdays, and that is definitely one for the success category!
I hope you’re having a wonderful week, friends. I’ll be back on NYE to talk about fitness and plans and goals for the new year and to say a blogging goodbye to 2014.
Eat well. Be well.