I feel like I’ve been in celebration mode for the past week and a half. First the engagement and then going to New York. Suffice to say, there has been a lot of eating and drinking (more of the former than the latter) and not a lot of exercising.
Last night, I met up with two girlfriends at North Highland Pub. One thing that I really like about Atlanta is that, for the most part, the bars have a lot of healthy options. Almost every single place has a veggie burger and a hummus appetizer. Two reliable standbys to chose from in a land of burgers and fries. Some bars even have a more diverse menu. The Earl comes to mind. It’s a dingy kind of indie/punk bar with a big music venue in the back, but they have the most bestest marinated tofu pita in the world. So good that I feel justified in saying “most bestest.”
I digress. So, I did the “healthy for a bar” thing and ordered a veggie burger, asked for no butter on the bun and got a side of black beans. But then my friend Erin ordered a plate of fries for the table. Foods for the table are my downfall. Serious. I have no trouble whatsoever finding the healthiest thing on the menu and ordering it. I usually get a salad or some sort of veggie for a side if I’m having a sandwich. But when someone else gets something to share, all bets are off and I can’t help myself. Maybe it’s because I don’t normally let myself have it? Could be. Anyway, my friends, one of whom is a financial analyst and the other a financial lawyer, started talking about financial jargon which went in one ear and out the other and I spaced out and went to town the fries. Oopsie. My stomach was not very happy with this choice and let’s just say, I got some extra reading time in this morning. You think only men read on the toilet? I think not.
I’m officially declaring my honeymoon week over. I’m going to try to make it to a 6:45pm spin class tonight and then cook something for dinner afterwards. Honeymoon is a weird word, huh? I can’t wait for my real honeymoon though, when and wherever that may be. We haven’t picked a wedding date yet. For those of you who are married, how long was your engagement? Ours is looking to be about a year and that just seems so far away.