Weekends, cold weather, felling under the weather, celebrations, travel, irresistible aromas, special treats - an almost endless list of temptations. It was still black Saturday morning, when I left to perform Zumba at a fundraising event. It was the coldest, rainiest day of a spectacular week's siege of cold to hit Florida. Definitely earned points for myself in the exercise department. It's interesting to note that I am far less easily tempted to skip exercise after a year of exercising than I am to be tempted by food.
It was perhaps the most memorable breakfast of my life. A friend made an Ethiopian biryani served on banana leaf placemats: in all ways enticing, and I had thirds. I actually remember feeling full after two large servings and returning for "a little more". I entered willingly and knowingly into food abuse. After 63 years, I know myself and I excuse myself and allow myself these indulgences. However, it was a cold, miserable day and my family dictated that I must eat a substantial dinner and a crockpot chicken with cheddar and broccoli totally pushed me over the top. Then my husband whimpered for just two Goldberger's candies. In the process of retrieving them from where they were hidden (he had purchased a case of them, and then asked me to hide them), I smelled them and could not say no. I wish I knew the lesson learned here. Maybe part of it is that he should take responsibility for his own transgressions, but he is diabetic.
So up two pounds, and I want the recipe for the biryani.
Day 9
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