Well...here I am...
...reflecting on last night's banquet.
After a trip through the Battle of Gettysburg yesterday, our class had a banquet.
Now, the hotel knew about my food needs during the class, but I had forgotten to say anything about the banquet ahead of time, so I just filled out the banquet card and figured I'd make the best of it.
So, when they started serving the meals last night, the chef had indeed prepared a similar, but distinctly different meal for me. There was a salad and parmesan chicken with fontina cream over mashed potatoes with a little bit of diced tomato on top. The dessert was an individual coconut cream pie with a dollop of whipped cream and a strawberry.
The chef did a great job for me. He basically deconstructed the meal and gave me baked chicken with the fontina cream and the tomatoes on the side. As well, I had a salad with a small serving of squash. My dessert was a beautiful wine glass of blueberries and strawberries. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate the accommodations I received from the class organizers and the hotel - it really was above and beyond.
This morning was the crap ton of sweet, sugary stuff along with a bunch of bacon and eggs. The usual person wasn't there, but her replacement was just as nice. Even nicer was that the usual young lady came by to check and see if everything was good.
Everything was fine...until lunch. Now?? I think they're out to get me!
So they tried to get me the other day by serving those damn brownies, but I overcame! So what the hell did they serve today???
TIRAMISU!!! Evil bastards - the lot of them!
It was one of the most inviting desserts I think I'd ever seen. It was an entire recipe and they had dressed it so that it was on top of a dish instead of within a pan.
It was tough to avoid. I hovered around it or at least felt like I did and really had to actively talk to myself in ma haid to not eat it. And yannow what? I didn't eat it! I told one of my classmates to eat my piece. There was something about doing that that just kinda switched it all up in my head.
A bunch of other classmates and I went out for dinner. I had crab cakes with a side of roasted kale - it was awesome! It was thin and crunchy and had a great taste. I'm gonna try it at home.
I talked with the running classmate. Pretty incredible - she's completed two marathons and is going for a third. I'm mind-bogglingly impressed. We talked for a few minutes about her experience when she started running. She suggested that I try a 'Couch to 5K' program, so I might check it out. But more than that, she said that I needed to find something I like.
It was encouraging to see how she has physical activity - strong physical activity - incorporated into her life by her own rules without any anxiety about it. It seems like it's part of her life instead of an extension of her life. I hope I'll be able to do that one day as well.
Tomorrow is the last day of the class and so long as I may it through tomorrow, this week will have been a big success for me. I haven't had a meal at home since Sunday morning and I feel that I've managed quite well and made good choices each time I've been to a restaurant. I think I might be proud of myself.
My son comes home this evening, so I'm ready for the class to be over so I can hurry home and see him! Hubster went on travel the day before I left, so I'm looking forward to seeing him as well.