Last night we went to dinner with the foodie friends to a very posh restaurant (well, for us anyway). We had tried this restaurant last month when we were enticed by a "restaurant week" where we were allowed to choose from a reduced menu for $35 per person. This restaurant typically costs quite a bit more (everything is a la carte with a steak alone costing about $50), so the previous dinner was quite a bit cheaper. The problem was, when the waiter was told by us that we were doing the "restaurant week," he copped a bit of an attitude. This set pretty badly with me and I complained to the manager, who at the time, offered no relief. I later came home and contacted the home office and a few days later got a call from the manager who then offered us and the other couple each a $150 gift certificate to come back -- which we did last night. The friends also rented a limo for us to go in style (the wife's CEO uses a service, and they were able to get a reduced rate). Overall, we felt like rock stars.
Well, on to the good: I haven't worn any of my work clothes in some time, but then again I haven't lost much since I quit working last March. I decided to wear a pair of nice slacks instead of a skirt and went to the closet to pull out my black ones, size 18. When I slipped them on, I couldn't believe it -- TOO BIG! HOLY SMOKES! I
almost decided to wear them, but then I decided to go into the box I had stored away with all the smaller sized clothes I had bought off eBay right before I lost my job and see how a pair of 16s would fit. Well, they were a tad bit snug through the rear, but they FIT! I was in size 16s, something I can't recall the last time I was able to wear!
The other part of the good was that yesterday was the first day of solids after having been on a liquid diet for two weeks (at my doctor's suggestion) to try to kick my metabolism back into gear. Other than Valentine's Day dinner (where I was DYING for a steak), I haven't had anything but soups and liquids for forever. I decided to run the fast into my fill time, which was Tuesday.
Okay, now for the bad and the ugly -- I pb'ed my nice Morton's dinner (or what little I had of it) and spent half the evening in the bathroom. :( It was painful, to say the least -- not just the physical pain, but the fact that such a nice dinner was being wasted. We ordered appetizers for four (at
"only" $88, if you can believe it) which was PHENOMENAL (but not worth $22 a person, I'll add), and that was about all I got in me but a few pieces of my steak. I think the problem may have started, however, with the bread they brought. Ah, yes, bread. But not just
any bread -- freshly baked onion loaf. That was my biggest mistake. I think this fill put me over the bread threshhold, and I got shown what for. I never felt right after the bread (topped with a mojito and a couple sips of wine -- BIG mistake).
I came home and took a TON of papaya enzyme, popped some Protonix for later, and hoped for the best. I have to say, the papaya seems to really help. I used it one other day when I was feeling a bit tight, and it seemed to relieve the pressure in pretty quickly. So note to those of you who may not know: Papaya enzyme helps break down proteins, which is especially helpful if that's what's stuck in your band.
Oh, and on a side note -- foodie friend wife called us their best foodie friends. Yay. o_O