parties and ice cream.....

Definitely not two things that are very conducive to weight loss. Over the weekend we hosted a 30th birthday party for a good friend of mine. Her folks cooked the food and it was delicious! The best chips and salsa ever, but I made a deal with myself that I would only eat them while I ate my lunch. I knew that the grazing could kill me. I even skipped the cupcakes altogether, but that was mostly because.....

We made a plan to go have ice cream later that evening. At the best ice cream place ever. Or, at least in our town. It's a family owned business that makes everything fresh in-house and they serve the BIGGEST dishes of ice cream. We had a group of almost 20 people and when it came time to order I meant to order the petite blondie but left off the petite word. Oh my lordy, the bowl of ice cream that came out. With enough carmel sauce to bathe in. And the blonde brownie on the bottom. One bite and I knew I wanted to eat all of it. It tasted like heaven. However, it was extremely rich compared to how I have been eating. Plus, all the working out is motivating me to try and not blow all that hard work with food. So, I ate about a third of it, asked for a to-go container (Sidenote: I have NEVER not cleaned my dish at this place.), and brought the rest home.

Sunday afternoon my husband and I sat down to watch the NASCAR race as we usually do. We are huge fans. But this is also a really tough food time, because it's when I want to snack the most. Sunday afternoons are pretty much a non-stop snack fest. I knew I needed something to fidget with to keep me from eating the whole kitchen. I had a pomegranate in the fridge and decided to give that a try. A friend of mine told me that she peels it back a little at a time because she finds it kind of relaxing and more time-consuming that way so I thought I'd try it like that. It was my first time really eating a pomegranate and I enjoyed it very much. Plus, it kept my hands and mouth occupied. As in, I ate off of this thing for more than an hour and a half and still didn't finish it. And while I ate my fruit, what did my husband consume next to me? The rest of my ice cream.

At least that is no longer sitting in the freezer yelling for me to eat it!