Last night as I was getting ready to leave work, I got a text message from my husband that the power was out so he couldn't make dinner. My first thought was, "Yeah right...you just don't want to cook." ;-) So much for our healthy lean steak and roasted cauliflower.
I called the power company and apparently there was a huge blackout in our area affecting 2200 homes and businesses. It was nearly 9:00 at night and we hadn't had dinner. We decided to grab dinner at one of the only nearby places that were open, an Italian place. I ordered some sauteed lemon chicken and when they brought out my food, the following conversation took place:
Me: Good lord! How many people do they think they're feeding? That piece of chicken could serve four people, easy.
Husband: Um. A year ago you probably would have eaten all of that. Plus salad. And garlic rolls.
Me: Oh. Yeah. I think I vaguely remember that.
It's true. My perception of food and portion sizes have changed considerably. What would have been one meal before is now at least 3. I have leftover chicken, pasta, and I never even touched my soup - that will probably be lunch today. The leftover garlic rolls went right in the garbage.
Yesterday I went to this AWESOME Mexican restaurant with a couple of co-workers for lunch. I had a bowl of chicken & veggie fajita soup. It was awesome - spicy fajita chicken, squash, zucchini, onions, tomatoes, and a few crushed tortilla chips on top. I kept getting asked, are you sure that's all you're having? JUST soup? Well, yeah. It was chilly out and I wanted soup. It's not like I had a cup of broth - it was full of chunky veggies and I was full from that, so why would I get anything else?
Pre-band, unless I was ill I don't think I would have ever considered a bowl of soup a proper lunch.
In other news, I hit 60 pounds down on Thursday. Today I am back up 2 pounds. I'm not freaking out - I'm positive that it's part hormonal (next week is TOM), part sodium (salty soup and chicken yesterday), and part carbs (I almost never eat real pasta anymore, but I had some last night). I managed to completely avoid Halloween candy except for one mini Reeses peanut butter cup and one single Twizzler. Not bad at all. I'm sure I'll drop back down by next week. It's just awfully nice to have finally broken this plateau and be down 4 pounds in 2 weeks, even with the small gain.