South Beach Adventures – One Week Down
Believe it or not, a week later and I’m still South Beaching. That’s right. I have not caved and I am still fighting the good, if tricky, fight against carbs, sugar, and my too-tight clothing.
I must confess, I did cheat a bit on Sunday. On our nation’s birthday, I withstood cake, cup cakes, potato chips, potato salad, and whipped cream. I walked away from full-sugar soda pop, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and the many offers of a Jack and Coke (ok, Pepsi but you get the idea). I was so proud. Then came the very impressive fireworks show in Palmer Lake, which would have been more impressive if I hadn’t been outside in the downpouring rain, huddled under a flannel blanket being held aloft by my tall, very nice boyfriend. We stood in a muddy puddle and watched the display while the fact that flannel is far from water proof became more and more obvious.
Finally, after about twenty minutes, the show ended. Faced with trying to get out of the crowded parking lot in the mud and the dark, we decided it would be in our best interest to find O’Malley’s, a little dive bar with great hot wings and cheap beer. Imagine our enthusiasm when, after scaling a hill made entirely of slippery dirt and a few tall weeds, we emerged to find we’d parked directly in front of the bar. Glory Hallelujah!
We thought we were so clever with this brilliant plan. We were so not clever. Or rather, we were, but so were most of the other fireworks watchers. We crept inside, slipped our way through the door blockers, and insinuated ourselves to the bar. Irving, God bless him, asked if I was still going to be dieting. I looked around, shook some rain from my hair, and ordered two Fat Tires*.
We found a place by the juke box, sipped our frothy beverages, and when we left and made our way back down the muddy, weedy, slippery hill, the parking lot was nigh unto empty. We made our escape and made it almost home when a sudden fit of ravenousness lept on top of the car, shook it around, and redirected it towards the local Taco Bell.
I’m not proud. I’m only human. Don’t begrudge me my crunchy taco and burrito supreme. Please?
So I may have stumbled. Sue me. Last night I made beef and veggie skewers with vegetables purchased at a local farmer’s market that same day. I’m back on my South Beach bandwagon and enjoying the view. You see, from up here, I can see that my scale says 4 pounds lighter than last Monday. It may not be a big victory, but a victory is a victory nonetheless.
So that’s my most recent South Beach triumph/failure/triumph. Keep sending your positive dieting thoughts my way. I need the encouragement. And I need dark chocolate. In case you were feeling generous.
*For those who don’t know, Fat Tire is an elixer from the Colorado Beer gods. It’s awesome. And not exactly low-carb. Sigh.