Today was a big day as I flew to Florida in the afternoon to visit my parental units. Being on a specific diet will be a challenge, as I’ll most likely have to make compromises, or be quite tempted to eat things that aren’t healthy for me.
You see, my parents like to go out for long dinners at times that aren’t on my schedule, and it’s not a schedule of compromise. They eat between 7:30 – 8:00 pm and I’m usually starving by then. So when you’re sitting at a restaurant, with your stomach growling and everyone you’re with is taking their sweet ass time, and the basket of bread is sitting there calling your name, you’re going to swallow down a pound of focaccia or seven breadsticks. That’s just life. It’s gonna happen. Resistance is futile in those moments.
Oh, and my dad has a favorite type of food, and it’s Italian………and I HATE Italian food. And NO, pizza is not Italian. That’s like saying a burrito is Mexican when in fact the burrito was invented in the United States. Pizza has been Americanized and is no longer Italian to me anymore.
So yes, I’ll be battling the temptation of eating unhealthy food at the calorie factory known as Trattoria Romana.
But guess what? My plane was so delayed today( which was a vein bursting experience in itself) that I got to Florida too late for an Italian restaurant dinner. Instead, my lovely mother had sushi waiting for me because she’s awesome.
The other benefit to waiting at the airport was that I had nothing to do besides walk around and wheel my carry-on bag with me everywhere. So I got way more Fitbit steps in today than I thought possible.
Wait a minute…… Let’s get back to my mother for one second. Ahem…… My mom loves me so much that she baked me a whole stack of homemade chocolate chip cookies. I love her, but I now hate her but love her again at the same time. How am I going to resist these things? They looked soooooo good. My mom is like an angel yet the devil at the same time.
Full Disclosure: I ate two cookies and then went out on a 2 km run in my attempts to burn them off. It’s the only strategy I could think of, as those cookies really wanted me to eat them. I’m actually shocked I only ate two, but I know if I finished them off, my mom would make a whole new batch the next day and that would be a nightmare for my self-control/free will.
Anyway, Day 1 in Florida was mixed food bag but I’m scheming and it’s nice to feel the love of my parents. By the way, my attitude about my parents will definitely change to the polar opposite by Day 4.
Yes, I’m an asshole.
Enjoy my Fitbit stats below.
DAY 53 STATS
Weight: 175 Pounds
Distance: 23.35 km
Time: 171 Minutes
Peak Heart Rate: 1 Minutes
Cardio Heart Rate: 24 Minutes
Fat Burn Heart Rate: 2 Hr 24 Minutes
Resting Heart Beats Per Minute: 61
Calories Burned: 3667
Calories Taken In: 1985
(All Calories Are Best Estimates. When In Doubt I Went Higher)
(I’ve never been a breakfast guy FYI. Eating breakfast at all is new to me.)
Oatmeal with Fruit: 41o Calories
Protein Shake: 308 Calories
Plane Snack: 85 Calories
Sushi With Veggies: 703 Calories
Cookies: 479 Calories
Thanks for following my adventure of Being Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired. If you have any questions, I’m just an email away. Also, if you want to read from DAY ONE, CLICK HERE!
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