Yesterday was one of those days that test you. I think I passed the test with a B-, maybe.
I had a lot of work to get done at the computer yesterday. Hours of it. Tons of time just sitting there in front of it. Not an active day at all. I knew this going in, so I planned to work out in the morning. Looking at the calendar, I wanted to walk on Thursday, run on Friday, walk on Saturday so I could have a strong race on Sunday.
But the weather was drizzly and cold yesterday. I opted for the treadmill. Again. I’m learning to appreciate it. 60 minutes later, I hopped off and started my day.
A few hours into the work I had to do, my cousin offered to take me to lunch. We went to a fancy Italian place.
I opted for potato leek soup, a chicken mushroom dish and a glass of wine.
I thought about the linguine with clams. Couldn’t decide if the pasta/butter was a good choice, but I thought probably not. There was also margherita pizza, which probably wasn’t a bad choice either, but protein felt like the right move.
I could have ordered the salad but the soup was a puree, not cream based, so not terrible.
I could have ordered a soda, but I opted for the wine. One glass. Which I savored and appreciated.
The lunch was filling. Too filling actually. So filling that I honestly didn’t need dinner. So while it was nearly a thousand calories all told, it still didn’t put me over my calories for the day because I didn’t eat anything after it. Is that good? Probably not, but at least I recognized my body telling me that even though it was “dinner time”, my body didn’t really need dinner because it was still working on lunch.
So overall, I think I passed the test. There are always choices like these, days like these. I just have to take them one at a time.