After work, I stopped at the Whiskey Ward for a drink for my very fabulous coworker’s birthday and then ran home to walk Bailey and meet Jen for dinner. We walked through Stone Street, weaving past the drunk bankers to Zigolini’s, a little bar/restaurant with outdoor seating. Bailey started barking because he recognized Trainer Joel.

I had the ahi tuna with avocado mousse and sweet potato hash:

When we were leaving, I went to say goodbye to Joel, and obviously we started chatting. It’s nice to not have to “report” to him any more, but it was also nice that I could still tell him that I was being healthy, even though I don’t have to. I told him that I’ve been doing planks everyday (um, he was advocating for FOREVER for me to do planks everyday), and he was glad to hear it.

Jen was also impressed and thought she might try the same. Jen and I were talking as we walked, me back to my apartment and her back to the subway, and I told her parts of me eating healthy were for the fear of gaining weight, parts for keeping my sensitive stomach at bay and parts for nourishing myself correctly to run. She said “please don’t ever be that girl who works out obsessively because she had a cookie.” I’m not. And I don’t think I ever will. Maybe I think more about this stuff because I’ve lost a lot of weight AND I’m still blogging about it, but I think I’m finally getting the moderation thing under control.

Sure, sometimes I have an unhealthy meal. But the next meal is usually healthy again. Or I have an entire unhealthy day (rare), but the next day is usually healthy again. Even when I think I’m not working out that often, I’m still working out at least 4-5 times a week. I don’t think I’ll ever go back where I came from. 

I still enjoy drinking, I still enjoy french fries, and I still enjoy other things that aren’t “good for you,” I just have them less.

With that, I’m going to go have a bit of chocolate ice cream before bed…