I scraped through this week. Woman 8: Man 5. I lost .2kgs and he gained .2kgs. Excellent work on his part given that he was in Hong Kong most of the week. Lousy work on my part given that I had more than ample opportunity to eat right and to work out.
Still, it was a loss. For that I am grateful.
This week will be hard (as if it ever is easy). I say that not because I am preempting my own failure at the weight in this weekend or as an excuse to be tardy, but really more as a note to myself. A red flag, to watch my food intake when I enter makan-paradise this weekend: Malacca. Going on a food hunt is oh so joyous an occasion but while you’re trying to eat right, it can be a real deal breaker. Still, it couldn’t have been put on hold any longer. Sometimes in life you’ve just got to put yourself out there. Question is, will I survive or will I crash and burn?
So, before I get myself into a position where I will be forced to compromise – I thought I should set some ground rules for myself:
1. It is okay to leave an unfinished bowl (of durian cendol) behind.*slurp*
2. When making my order, remember to ask for a small empty bowl. So that I can eat half the portion and share the other half (of chicken rice balls). *rumble. rumble*
3. Better still, don’t order any main dishes. Order a side dish (to be placed in the middle and shared by everyone) (satay celup *drool*) while I eat off the children’s plates.
4. If I must have something sweet (like jam tarts) *Mmmmm*- take 1 of whatever it is and pass the rest around.
5. Drink lots of plain water and remember to focus on the holiday and not every meal
As I write this I am half expecting a boycott, but my more optimistic half tells me that it is do-able.
Well, I’ll tell you how it goes after the weight in. Let’s hope I don’t bungle this up….
