It’s no secret I’ve been what I called ‘comfort eating’, but what I’ve come to realize is that I eat when I’m bored.
I did not know this.
For the last 18 years, I haven’t really been bored.
Since my son has been in England, I’ve found myself with extra time on my hands – that translated into eating utensils in my hands.
I’ll get the annoying ‘thin person bitching about gaining weight’ part out of the way – because I’ve had a few eye rolls when I’ve mentioned the 8 pounds I gained. I know that I am not overweight and can usually be seen roaming the office with various food items in my clutches.
But, I’m NOT overweight as a result of effort on my part!
I lost over 40 pounds on purpose – over time, sensibly. (Alright, and it probably helped when I stopped drinking a thousand or so calories a day too.)
So those extra 8 pounds in (blush) two weeks bother me.
They especially bothered me the other night when I stripped down to put my pajamas on and it still looked like I had my underwear on.
The elastic left impressions where impressions haven’t been in a while. I gain weight, it goes straight to my arse. And stomach. My little arms stay little – and my boobs. Dammit.
Anyway, the private shame was soothed by some garlic cheese bread, so that was a relief.
This weekend was going to be the LAST of my eating debauchery. (I love how I gave myself one more weekend though – very kind of me.)
Started out well on my way when my boss brought me a muffin from one of his restaurants. Ok, I don’t know if ‘muffin’ is accurate. It was more like an unfrosted chocolate cake. But, for the sake of feeling okay about eating it before 9 am, we’ll call it ‘muffin’.
Then I couldn’t possibly NOT eat my sandwich I’d made for lunch … or my sweet potato Triscuits. Have you tried these things yet?? Try them. Do it.
Anyway, fast forward through the sandwich and the Triscuits – (which pretty much sums up how I consumed them funnily enough) something odd happened. I was chatting to a friend and we made lunch plans for tomorrow. AND I am excited about it because I get to see my friend and NOT because I will be in close proximity to food.
Who AM I??
I’m not only voluntarily leaving the house, but I’m doing it to be sociable AND I’m not concerned about the food??
I think my feeding frenzy is over. As suddenly as it began … the desire to feed seems to be over.
Nic returns at the end of the month, and I might just shed these ‘bored’ pounds before he arrives back on US soil. He’ll not have to see me waddling around the house with residual ‘bored bloat’. He’ll be spared that.
Which is a good thing – because I’m not buying larger underwear!
Feeling a little guilty about being here. They’re closing early for Mothers Day.
I get the same feeling when I pop into a shop on any other holiday and they’re open.
I’m sure when I walked in the lady behind the counter was thinking “Oh, great.” They close in 50 minutes. I can be outta here by then.
So, Happy Mothers Day! My morning started (after being up with Butters at 5 am) being late up. I actually crashed out after crawling back into bed and didn’t wake up until almost 9! Unheard of for me – delightful.
Although, I had planned to be here by 8 am – then I could have avoided the awkward early close predicament.
My son had a surprise outing planned. We were to leave at 10:45. What to wear? His response: Formal casual. (Note to self: Explain dress codes to Nic.)
Pulling up to the laundromat, my car advised me that it was 110 degrees out, so you can imagine that my attire was more casual than formal.
Here we are driving there. Yeah, I know, bad influence. Taking photos while he’s driving. (ooo! By the way – I think this was the first time as a passenger I didn’t freak out and actually enjoyed the scenery! He’s a LOT better driver now.) Here’s me enjoying the scenery: I didn’t know where we were going – but I knew food was involved. I’m ok with being fed. 🙂 So we arrived – which of course, means more photo ops. The restaurant is really lovely and does a great brunch. I’ll withhold the name but here’s some inside pics:
That’s the decor, and yes, I did have to take a photo of the golden toilet plumbing and seat cover dispenser. LOL!
This was my first plate … Also had, um, 3 or 4 desserts 🙂
See, I still participate in debauchery. There were so many to choose from! How could I not sample them all?? I would have hurt a desserts feelings.
Thank you Nic for planning such a lovely surprise. x
So I’m here … clothes in the dryer and really only wanting to nap off some of that food. But, due to work circumstances right now, my plan B of going afterwards tomorrow didn’t seem like a good idea.
While we’re on the topic of mothers – the man I process for and assist is going through a very tough time with his mom right now.
I’ve been holding down the fort while his mom is dying. 😦
Friday I spoke to a Father (Priest? Vicar? Deacon?) who was trying to get a hold of him. It’s been a tough few weeks with false alarms, last rites and emotions riding high. However, Friday his mom was unresponsive. I don’t know what to say. If he was a woman, I could hug him – listen to him. But, he’s a pretty stoic, logical man. All I can offer is making sure things at work are running smoothly by stepping up to the proverbial plate.
So to end this edition – let me just say to my mom – I’m glad you were born, glad that you’re here and Happy Mothers Day. I had a lovely day with you. Love you, ‘Mand. xxxxx