Getting older isn't fun anymore. I used to look forward to birthdays...Celebrations always included much imbibing and food of awesome. I think the last birthday that was awesome was four years ago, when my awesome girlfriends helped me cope with turning 30 with amazing wine and food and conversation.
So today was a low-key day that involved going to the gym and getting my ass kicked at BodyPump (something that would never have happened in years past--I am infamous for using "but it's my birthday!" excuse)--I even upped my weights!-- an awesome nap, making of a new food, talking to friends and family, and also food I used to consume on a regular basis as a special treat.
Five Guys (cheeseburger--grown-up size with ketchup, mayo, fried mushrooms and fried onions and a small fry)
What I will say is, before all this portion-control I would have eaten a small fry by myself with the burger with bacon and still have been ravenous. Tonight, L and I shared a small fry, and I didn't even use all the mayo (also unheard of pre-awareness of what I put in my body), I even ate slowly and finished AFTER L.
Cold Stone (love it oreo mintster--mint ice cream, oreos, and fudge)
|Oreo Minster...damn good, but oh the gut-ache...|
But, tomorrow is a new day. WI day at that. I HAVE to run tomorrow. Practice or not, I have to run. Also, WW should come up with a system that allows for points to NOT COUNT on one's birthday. Maybe I will suggest it...