Seriously, she’d be great in the CIA or FBI if she ever decided to give up law.
Anyway, back to Atkins. Another week has passed with mostly positive results. The red dress I purchased from Boscov’s for the party (without actually trying on), was actually a bit big although thankfully not obvious to other people. And up until last Friday when I made four batches of Italian Wedding Cookies, my momentum of adherence to the plan had remained strong. But unfortunately, I caved into trying a few of my creations (had to make sure they tasted good, right?) which turned out exceptionally well thanks in part to using real lemon extract, not the imitation stuff.The day of the party, I stuck to the diet and once the celebration was underway at Springfield Country Club, even managed to skip the high-carb hot hors d’oeuvres in favor of sampling two Atkins friendly scallops wrapped in bacon. I also skipped the pasta course, preferring to wait for the salad and main entree of prime rib (melt-in-the-mouth awesomeness), green beans almondine (one of my favorites) and…ok I will admit it….a few forkfuls of mashed potatoes (and yes, I have missed those!).
Later I did have a few bites of cake and a scoop of silky smooth vanilla ice cream, the kind you can only enjoy at events such as these.
Fortunately, I danced most of the night away thanks to Tom Barrett Disc Jockeys (more about them in my party post), which hopefully helped to offset the previously eschewed carb and sugar infusions. But as my I’ve noted from the beginning: life will keep happening in spite of the fact that you’re on a diet and sometimes that means making allowances. So I carefully chose my battles; I gave up the pasta and ate a few mouthfuls of mashed potatoes (leaving most of them on the plate); opted for the low-carb hors d’oeuvres (even though I was really dying to try the mini-quesadillas, spanakopita and pigs in the blanket) and ate some (but not all) of my cake.
And yes, I had ice cream.
You know what?
The world didn’t stop. I went right back on the diet the next day and have been back on plan ever since. And in a way, that’s another kind of victory because it’s proof that I can emotionally let go of the fact that I “cheated” on the diet (which usually leads to a downward spiral of bad eating). No regrets, but no excuses…right back to it beginning with breakfast the next day.
As for Ralph, he had an absolute blast and it was incredible to watch him laugh, smile, gyrate, twist, dance, sing and enjoy life with his own special flair once again. Aside from my sister being truly surprised, that was the highlight of my evening.
Have a great week!