Another Football Sunday

You know what they say... another Sunday another game.. or um wait.. I must be mixing that up with something else. Anyway, I was woken up by Jim at around 9AM and asked if I wanted to go to the game with him. Since we had some friends from college that were in town, I decided I would go and grace the others with my presence. However I did not have a lot of time to prepare, as Jimmy told me we had to be to the bar by 9:45ish.

First things first, I did all my usual morning cleansing routines, straightened the hair and put on some make up. Although I am okay with forgoing the makeup for work, I try to look nice for my friends. The best part about getting ready for football Sunday is not having to think about what to wear. God bless the Lehman family for getting me an Eagles jersey, because last year was hell trying to come up with outfits that early in the morning (and did I mention last year I was probably hung over each Sunday, so that made it harder?). The other nice thing I noticed is that my jersey is beginning to fit me better. Ah yes, it's the little things.

I found out that we would not have time to make breakfast, so I started to scramble around the kitchen like a bull in a china shop. What in God's name could I take with me? It had to be something that I could discreetly eat, as to not get looked at strangely by others for bringing my own food to a bar. I found an apple, sliced that up and put it into a plastic baggie. My stomach growled. This indicated to me that I would need more than the apple to make it to 1pm for the end of the game. I searched around some more and saw we still had some Trader Joe's shredded wheat with maple left. YUM. I threw some on the food scale to make sure I was only going to eat the serving size and then put them into a zip loc as well.

Oh, did I mention my new toy yet? I purchased the biggest loser food scale and it is AWESOME. I try to measure everything I eat so that way I know how many calories I am consuming with each meal. I also purchased the biggest loser cook book as well as the biggest loser calorie counter book. Put all three together and I hope to be unstoppable with my calorie counting.

Back to the story kids. We get in the car and I show Jimmy the treats that I have prepared for myself. I don't know why, but I feel as though if I show them to him, then I must eat them. We arrive at the strip of stores where the bar is and there is no time to stop at the coffee shop. Ugh. So we go into the bar and I order a coffee and it is just not the same. Not only that, but they do not have 2% milk to offer me to put into my watered down beverage. In fact, the waitress said to me "i am pretty sure that all they have is whole milk because of all the cooking they do". I told her its fine and to just please bring me some creamer. This is the problem with eating out, even if it is something as small as coffee, you can never get it just right so that it is healthy. You have to make do and hope that you won't go over your calories at the end of the day.

After the whole coffee thing and I was more awake, some more friends started to arrive. I had my biggest loser calorie counter book obnoxiously placed on the table, not because I wanted to force it upon others, but just to remind myself not to give in to temptation. One of the guys noticed my book and sarcastically said "oh are you going to write about this in your blog" and i said "yes, i am going to blog about this and tell my readers all about the asshole who asked me if i would blog about today". I hope you are happy, Dan.

Soon, the bar food arrived on the table. I was sitting in between two dudes, who both ordered what appeared to be the most delicious buffalo wings I had ever seen. I had to really put the lasso around my inner fat girls neck so that she would not take over. I mean inner fat girl was really out of control drooling when the food started coming out. They smelled so good, even the ranch, in plastic little cups, seemed enchanting. What the hell is wrong with me? Good thing I had my trusty apples and cereal on stand by. I began to just stuff my face with my snacks that I had in my purse and silently stare at the wings. To make myself feel better, I even looked in the calorie counter book to see how many calories was in the buffalo wings. 261 calories for every 3 ounces is what I found. Good lord. Thank goodness I had self control and did not ask to eat one.

Once everyone was done eating their food, all I could do was stare at the drinks they were having. I think it has been almost two months since I've had alcohol of any kind. I don't really remember what my start date was for stopping consumption of alcohol, but I can tell you this, the longer I go with out beer wine or mixed drinks, the easier it gets to be around it. If only I could have the same change in thoughts about food. The good news is I still left the bar feeling proud that I had not eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary. Fingers crossed that next football sunday is that much easier.