Had drinks with Cookie after work yesterday. Hadn’t seen him in a while and it was a lovely catch up.
It was also my first time having a drink in almost two weeks, and I was amused as hell to find two glasses of wine made me slightly loopy. Fun times, though!
We parted ways fairly early to get on with our evenings. My plan was to hit the drugstore quickly to pick up a couple of prescriptions that were waiting for me and then go grocery shopping.
There was a gorgeous looking Honey Sriracha Chicken and Broccoli recipe I planned to make for dinner and have on hand for my lunches for the rest of the week.
Reader, this is not what happened.
I went to the drugstore, but lost about 45 minutes there, under the guise of “just looking” at mascaras and lip colors. Let’s face it, I really had no business looking at either. My collection of both is already rather ridiculous. A buy 2 get 1 free sale sounds enticing, but when you don’t need the “two” why is the “one” even appealing?
Damn me for being such a sucker for a good sale.
Regardless, it was then far later than seemed reasonable to try to go grocery shopping and cook, so I decided to scrap that plan.
It’s not unusual for me to get into fukitol mode after a drink or two. I didn’t think much of it.
What was unusual, though, was after deciding not to go grocery shopping and cook, then being intentional about what I ate for dinner.
Normally, this would be the type of evening when I would order delivery. Yet it didn’t really occur to me to do so.
I then entertained the idea of Taco Bell, but before heading that direction checked MyFitnessPal to see what nutritional goals I might want to target.
Yes. After scrapping the idea of cooking for myself, I still thought to check MyFitnessPal and try to stay somewhat close to my goals for the day, even factoring in the two glasses of red wine.
It quickly became clear that nothing at Taco Bell would meet my needs. If there was something specific my soul was craving (usually, a bean burrito) I’m sure I would have given in to it and not had any qualms about it. However, that wasn’t my state. I simply needed dinner to be taken care of.
For the first time in longer than I can recall, I joyously found myself in “food is fuel” mode rather than “food satisfies emotional needs” mode.
This is what led to me having a meal replacement protein shake for dinner instead of ordering delivery or hitting the Taco Bell drive-through. I had nutritional goals I wanted to hit and I was motivated to try to hit them.
The motivation to hit nutrition goals doesn’t primarily stem from a desire to lose weight. Rather, it comes from a desire to stop gaining weight, both because I’m a cheapskate and I hate clothes shopping.
I want the clothing I buy to fit my body for longer than six months or so, and as my size has increased over the past few years that has not been the case. It’s totally a pain in the ass, and expensive, too. Right now most of what I own is uncomfortably tight, but I really don’t want to buy more clothing when I already own so many items I like.
Thus, I had a protein shake for dinner and was pleasantly surprised at how satisfying it was.
I was also surprised when I stepped on the scale this morning and saw I’ve lost five pounds since starting to use MyFitnessPal three weeks ago.
Cookie’s nickname (Follow Up: Romantic Joy and a Cookie) was given to him a long time ago, before our connection evolved into our current friendly cozy whatever. It’s still adorable as a nickname, but I haven’t forgotten the context of it was me having one of my common and massive chocolate chip cookie cravings.
Hanging with him for a bit, followed quickly by realizing I’ve dropped a little weight, rather tickles my funny bone!