1.4
Day three was a success. Now that it's done and I'm safely in day four, I can say... I DID IT!
There was struggle. There were tears. Certainly, there was doubt. There was Costco.
Here's what went down yesterday. The Morning Rise was delicious. Duh. How many times do I need to tell you?? The Buddha bowl was slightly better than yesterday because the artichoke dressing was absolutely knockout. Then..... nothing. I had planned to eat a delicious curry lentil dish that my friend brought to work a few days prior and the timing would be crucial. No earlier than 4 pm. That was the plan. Again with the plans.
Why the scheduled eating? Because Costco, that's why. Boo-thang had determined we were due for a Costco run for a Christmas prime rib. And do you know what else is at Costco besides prime rib and everything else in the universe? Of course you do, you're no idiot. I knew as soon as I walked through the invisible line of hot air blowing down the threshold of the warehouse opening, the hot dogs would be calling my name. To block the siren-song of the Costco dogs, I needed a buffer. And yet......
Plan fail. As I'm pulling away from the work parking lot I realized the curry was still in the fridge, uneaten and unloved. I would be lying if I said that my chest didn't tighten in fear of the struggle I would no doubt face at Costco.
When I got home, I quickly ravaged the kitchen. Leftover split pea soup - check. Juanita's chips and a scorching hot salsa - check. Bits of Beecher's Flagship cheese - check. I scarfed everything with no flavor rhyme or textural reason. I was eating to save my soul. Does this sound overly dramatic to you? Shut up. You don't know what this is doing to me.
After everything, I still didn't feel like I'd eaten enough. Something seemed missing... yeah. Meat. UGHH. But onward. We go to Costco and it's as I feared. As soon as we crossed the threshold and got our little clicks on that nice man's counter, the devil in my mind began the very well researched argument for eating a hot dog. Basically it went like this:
- You LOVE those Costco dogs!
Yes but I'm a vegetarian right now.
- But you're on a losing streak and what's one more day?
True. It's so early in the challenge that if I'm perfect the rest of the....
- Exactly. You'll be perfect for the remaining 15...13...17 days?
Your math is terrible... we have... 21, 20, 19... EIGHTEEN days left. Ridiculous.
- Did you just use your fingers to count down three from 21?
I'm not eating a fucking hot dog and that's final.
After picking up our wonderfully huge prime rib ($309.. holy delicious and expensive cow) we tour the rest of the aisles for possible vegetarian stir-fry options or simple microwaveable stuffs. It all looks like garbage. Even though the veggie burgers looked repulsive, they definitely jump-started a few ideas in the mind about what other recipes I could investigate for the next 18 days. Black bean and mushroom burgers?? Yes please!
Once we got home, I devoured the remaining spicy salsa with Juanita crumbs and quickly dove into bed to stop thinking about my meatless, hungry tummy.
There was struggle. There were tears. Certainly, there was doubt. There was Costco.
Here's what went down yesterday. The Morning Rise was delicious. Duh. How many times do I need to tell you?? The Buddha bowl was slightly better than yesterday because the artichoke dressing was absolutely knockout. Then..... nothing. I had planned to eat a delicious curry lentil dish that my friend brought to work a few days prior and the timing would be crucial. No earlier than 4 pm. That was the plan. Again with the plans.
Why the scheduled eating? Because Costco, that's why. Boo-thang had determined we were due for a Costco run for a Christmas prime rib. And do you know what else is at Costco besides prime rib and everything else in the universe? Of course you do, you're no idiot. I knew as soon as I walked through the invisible line of hot air blowing down the threshold of the warehouse opening, the hot dogs would be calling my name. To block the siren-song of the Costco dogs, I needed a buffer. And yet......
Plan fail. As I'm pulling away from the work parking lot I realized the curry was still in the fridge, uneaten and unloved. I would be lying if I said that my chest didn't tighten in fear of the struggle I would no doubt face at Costco.
When I got home, I quickly ravaged the kitchen. Leftover split pea soup - check. Juanita's chips and a scorching hot salsa - check. Bits of Beecher's Flagship cheese - check. I scarfed everything with no flavor rhyme or textural reason. I was eating to save my soul. Does this sound overly dramatic to you? Shut up. You don't know what this is doing to me.
After everything, I still didn't feel like I'd eaten enough. Something seemed missing... yeah. Meat. UGHH. But onward. We go to Costco and it's as I feared. As soon as we crossed the threshold and got our little clicks on that nice man's counter, the devil in my mind began the very well researched argument for eating a hot dog. Basically it went like this:
- You LOVE those Costco dogs!
Yes but I'm a vegetarian right now.
- But you're on a losing streak and what's one more day?
True. It's so early in the challenge that if I'm perfect the rest of the....
- Exactly. You'll be perfect for the remaining 15...13...17 days?
Your math is terrible... we have... 21, 20, 19... EIGHTEEN days left. Ridiculous.
- Did you just use your fingers to count down three from 21?
I'm not eating a fucking hot dog and that's final.
After picking up our wonderfully huge prime rib ($309.. holy delicious and expensive cow) we tour the rest of the aisles for possible vegetarian stir-fry options or simple microwaveable stuffs. It all looks like garbage. Even though the veggie burgers looked repulsive, they definitely jump-started a few ideas in the mind about what other recipes I could investigate for the next 18 days. Black bean and mushroom burgers?? Yes please!
Once we got home, I devoured the remaining spicy salsa with Juanita crumbs and quickly dove into bed to stop thinking about my meatless, hungry tummy.
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