Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Give Me A Wide Berth
I’m full…and I’ve been full since I boarded Carnival Cruise Line’s “Celebration” this past Thursday.
I have been trying to loose some weight these past few weeks in anticipation for a Labor Day surprise long weekend vacation, during which I knew I was going to be in a swim suit (and had I known about the corporate event we had up at Lake Lanier two weeks ago, I would have begun this project a little bit more in advance), and so I’ve been pretty decent about hitting up the gym on a regular basis and preparing portioned controlled lunches in advance. It turned out that the surprise, a good one indeed, was a four day cruise to the Bahamas. Like a pot-head with munchies, seven sheets to the wind, I just could not stop eating as soon as I stepped foot on that ship. From meal to meal I was never hungry, and yet found myself eating seven course dinners, filling plates at the midnight buffets, sneaking in rolls of sushi before dinner, and snacking on chips and salsa when available. Before the turndown chocolates ever reached their respective pillows, they were already melting away in my mouth.
Whatever progress I had seen before noon on 9/1 quickly disappeared after my fourth appetizer during dinner that same night. What’s more, the food was not mind blowing; the lobster tail was gummy, the salmon was dry, the chicken was frozen, the pasta overcooked. So why the all out gorge fest?
Who the hell knows. Maybe it was because I was on vacation, or that my parents weren’t there to criticize, or that I had worked hard to allow myself to indulge a bit, or that my companion ended up eating more that I ever thought humanly possible. Whatever the reason, I regret it. I regret putting back on the weight I had lost and I regret doing it for food that wasn’t outstanding. I regret that I ate so much that now I feel sick at the sight of food and that I have lost all sense of when I’m hungry, when I’m full, and what is an acceptable amount of food to eat during meals. My body is out of whack and I hate the feeling. Talk about going overboard...
I have been trying to loose some weight these past few weeks in anticipation for a Labor Day surprise long weekend vacation, during which I knew I was going to be in a swim suit (and had I known about the corporate event we had up at Lake Lanier two weeks ago, I would have begun this project a little bit more in advance), and so I’ve been pretty decent about hitting up the gym on a regular basis and preparing portioned controlled lunches in advance. It turned out that the surprise, a good one indeed, was a four day cruise to the Bahamas. Like a pot-head with munchies, seven sheets to the wind, I just could not stop eating as soon as I stepped foot on that ship. From meal to meal I was never hungry, and yet found myself eating seven course dinners, filling plates at the midnight buffets, sneaking in rolls of sushi before dinner, and snacking on chips and salsa when available. Before the turndown chocolates ever reached their respective pillows, they were already melting away in my mouth.
Whatever progress I had seen before noon on 9/1 quickly disappeared after my fourth appetizer during dinner that same night. What’s more, the food was not mind blowing; the lobster tail was gummy, the salmon was dry, the chicken was frozen, the pasta overcooked. So why the all out gorge fest?
Who the hell knows. Maybe it was because I was on vacation, or that my parents weren’t there to criticize, or that I had worked hard to allow myself to indulge a bit, or that my companion ended up eating more that I ever thought humanly possible. Whatever the reason, I regret it. I regret putting back on the weight I had lost and I regret doing it for food that wasn’t outstanding. I regret that I ate so much that now I feel sick at the sight of food and that I have lost all sense of when I’m hungry, when I’m full, and what is an acceptable amount of food to eat during meals. My body is out of whack and I hate the feeling. Talk about going overboard...
