We had grand plans to eat our tasty left-overs tonight, but it was a dear friends birthday, and she had just returned from Germany. I thought I’d only have to resist tempting foods/drinks this weekend when we planned to celebrate, but she wanted to see us on her birthday. Have to oblige a birthday girl, right?
Breakfast, was quick-n-easy. I’m getting good at this. Eggs, spinach, some choice seasoning, and a 1/4 of an avocado. Fried up on my way out the door to a job-site an hour away. Packed up my leftover shepherds pie for lunch and grabbed a cutie mandarin to snack on.
Out at the job-site, on my knees, wiring up our network to the new patch panel, I found myself much less stressed about it. It was a small task, only 24 patches. But I think normally I’d be bent out of shape at all the wiring. It’s tedious and requires knuckles getting crushed from time to time as you reach and thread CAT5 cable, bundle it up and push it where it’s supposed to be, out of the way but accessible and quickly read at a glance. It’s only Monday, so maybe that’s all it is, but I like to think this diet is helping me be more mindful and enjoy the little things. Lunch was delicious, I saved it for after I was done, and testing the wireless network (which also had an issue but didn’t make me freak out too much, I was only pressed for time in leaving the city, “traffic gets nasty soon” I thought. But again, I KISS and figured out that I must have nudged the power plug to the router).
For dinner, I had agreed to cook salmon and a baked potato with spinach on the side. I found a delicious recipe for Salmon w/ Avocado Sauce, on a bed of riced-cauliflower. As I write this in hindsight (2020 has the clearest hindsight), it was another outstanding dish. Even for two people that aren’t on Whole30. One thought the riced-cauliflower was actually rice. Go figure. Ghee is delicious though so I don’t blame him. I left the potatos in the oven, because we were hungry, and it would take at least another 20 minutes until they were ready.
The night went on, and we chit-chat, a typical dinner party. We were so into conversation that 40 minutes in, I leapt up to check on the potatoes we had all forgotten about. Apparently we were full-enough not to care. They were a bit hard and went uneaten for the evening. I bought some macrons for my friend, and didn’t have temptation to lick my thumb of the filling that got on it after plating it and singing happy birthday. Feeling satisfied with this good food. Not something I would have believed 6 days ago.
We did munch on some food later in the night back at home though. Near bed time. I had a potato, and half of a banana with almond butter. I think I need to avoid that kind of eating, just to stay health-conscious. But it was really good.
I did have a second “nightmare” about eating a sweet though. So subliminally there’s definitely something. In both bad-dreams, it was an involuntary unplanned reaction. I was in the middle of something, and passing by a plate of baked chocolate something-or-others. Grabbed it and took a bite, and then spit it out after I had realized what I’d done. I can live with these nightmares though. It means even subconsciously, I’m trying to stay on track.