Weighed in yesterday at 204. Four pounds away, fam. Four. Pounds. Four.
Tried on the size 16 pants tucked in the back of the closet. Most of them fit almost perfectly.
Friday night, Hubby’s birthday, a big snow storm hit our area roughly three hours before his party at a local pub. So, instead of going out and me DD’ing, we stayed home and had some of his friends over who live roughly <1 mile away.
Since we were home and not driving, my resolve weakened to not have any alcohol. I thought hey, why not have a rum and Coke Zero?
Four rum and coke zero’s later, I remembered why I don’t really drink much.
After worshiping the porcelain throne, chugging water, and attempting to eat something, I again revisited the holy shrine. I couldn’t keep anything down until right before bed, where I was shotgunning water bottles.
Despite the water Saturday was, for the first part of the day, absolutely miserable. Hubby ended up curing me with a stomach acid reducing pill. And just in time, because the in-laws came down for dinner about two hours later. Hubby wanted to cook for his birthday instead of go out.
Hubby has mastered two keto meals, the super rich and indulgent keto ramen soup and tomatillo salsa on chicken breast served on a bed of cauliflower rice. So, we had both, just in smaller quantities. Dessert was keto cheesecake. He knocked all the dishes out of the park and my stomach didn’t give me any problems.
Keto ramen is essentially a bowl jam-packed with the most savory, delicious things you can imagine. It’s like the holy grail of umami. Bok choy, shiitake mushrooms, fatty pork, soft-boiled egg, and low carb shirataki noodles in a turkey-chicken soup base. Chuck in two strips of nori and bam, you got yourself a pseudo-Japanese dish. On a cold day it warms you to the gills. Soooo goood.
Second course was a veggie-heavy dish. Cut-up tomatillos and some rice vinegar, spread across a sliced, pan-seared chicken breast, on a bed of cauliflower rice that has been lightly tossed in a hot pan with butter, salt, and pepper. He has a side of peppers and artichoke hearts that go with it.
Keto cheesecake. Rich. Delicious. Unngh. I wish there was some left.
And today, since I forgot breakfast, I went to the Middle Eastern buffet for lunch. Tender strips of beef and chicken, some spiced chicken chunks, arabic salad (diced tomatoes, cucumbers, cilantro in some kind of oil) and a small, small cup of baba ganoush.
I have a serious love affair with baba ganoush. Before this buffet, I’d never really had eggplant before. Thought it sounded gross. And I didn’t really like the taste of baba ganoush when I first tried it… And then this switch in my head flipped and I could easily binge on a pail full of it.
Well, um. Now I want to eat again? Why do I do this to myself.