Cookies for Lunch

December 11, 2009

I had a bagel today for breakfast from Bagel World which I know is at least 8 points of bagel goodness. I thought that I’d skip lunch, but of course that never happens or helps any! I ended up eating 2 Oreos for lunch and then feasting on some leftovers in the conference room (so tragic). Some of the feast was cut up pineapple and cantaloupe so it wasn’t THAT bad, but there was a big cookie involved I’m sorry to say.

Now its 8pm and I’m still sitting in my cubicle.  Not sure what to do for my solo dinner tonight (Ran is working late).  I have leftover chicken that I made earlier in the week that I can pair with some gluten-free noodles (6 points) that will be decent.  I like these gluten-free noodles because they come dried in 6 point bundles.  So it’s great because I make 1 bundle and I don’t over eat.  Also, the “Blood Type Diet” says gluten is bad for those of us with Type O.  It sucks, because I’m friggin Italian and genetically predisposed to love pasta.  Plus, I hate potatoes.  My only starch is pasta and I can’t have it according to Dr. D’Adamo.  I guess I could have rice.  Is rice gluten-free?  Boring!

Lesson learned for today: don’t try to skip lunch. It never works.  You always end up eating peanut butter straight from the jar or cookies stolen from a conference or some other disgusting task you would never do if you’d just had a friggin soup from Pax for lunch.  Ah well.

Dinner will be more sensible – no more cookies – and I might even have a 2 point serving on chocolate sorbet at the end of it.  Happy weekend!


Perhaps the worst day to have the office holiday party is the Monday after Thanksgiving when everyone is already feeling fat and grumpy.  And, of course, that’s when my office decided to hold the annual Holiday party (gotta remember to be PC here and not just call it a Xmas party).  I have been fighting tooth and nail to get back on track with counting points and tracking all my food (I bite it, I write it) and was absolutely dreading the enormous amounts of food I was going to be up against.

On Monday, I went to work after a weekend of eating with no abandon (hey the reunion was on Wednesday, so once that came and went I started to eat!) and was determined to get back on the wagon yet again.  I ate sensibly all day and then had an hour and a half between a doctor’s appointment and the start of the party.  I was stuck in midtown and ended up going to Moonstruck on 38th and Madison.  Moonstruck is a ridiculously overpriced diner that I used to eat at once in a while in my days at Lord and Taylor.   It was exactly as I remembered it, over priced and kinda crappy food.  I was starving when I got there at 5:30, no doubt because my stomach was used to the holiday weekend eating I had been doing.  I ate some crappy french onion soup and seriously bad zucchini sticks to pass the time.  I finished eating and immediately had this conversation with myself.

Marie 1 “What the hell are you thinking eating this crap?  It wasn’t even GOOD!”

Marie 2 “I don’t know, I’m bored and lonely and uncomfortable sitting in this diner by myself, so I ate”

Marie 1 “After nearly 2 years you still don’t know how to stop this? You’re an idiot.  I bet you’re going to let this ruin your day and your week!”

Marie 2 “Hmmm, you’re right.  I am an idiot.  But wait, I don’t need to let this ruin my day OR my week”

So, I went to the party.  I decided to walk the ten block there as a bit of a punishment for my feast at Moonstruck.  When I arrived at the party I saw some appetizers going around, but really nothing that tempted me.  I decided not to have any.  Thankfully, the appetizers were scarce (possibly, a sign of the economy??) so it was easy to say no.  I had a few sips of a mimosa, but decided it wasn’t worth it and ditched it for a diet coke.  So far, Marie 2, Holiday party 0.

Then the buffet.  Alright, I had some prime rib which was really delicious, a piece of chicken and salad.  That was it.  The buffet was pretty limited (read: no pasta) so again, easy to steer clear of it.  Then, THEN, the dessert.  OR lack thereof.  I mean, what the hell?  No friggin dessert?  What kinda party is this??

I stuck around just long enough to see that the “dessert” was cookies.  Cookies.  No tiramisu, no chocolate fondue fountain, no fruit!  NOTHING.  Just cookies.  I had one.  It was good.  Then, I left.  It was really lame.

Oh and I didn’t even tell you about the Lady Bunny look-a-like that showed up and the gay guy who attended the party with no shirt on and 6 inch heels.  It was really a sight.  The conservative finance guys were freaking out!

I said to my co-worker that I thought it was lame that we had such a stingy, tacky party and I would have preferred that they didn’t even have the party.  But then I thought, this was really great that it wasn’t a food overdose.  I was able to eat more sensibly than I have before at a party like that and I left not feeling like a fatty.  Maybe this shitty economy is going to help me lose more weight!

And, I didn’t let it unravel my day or week.  I’ve counted ALL my points this week!  So take that “Marie 1”.

Weighing in on Monday…

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