Opened my window late yesterday and had lunch with a friend.
Street tacos, chips and guac. No margaritas. Alcohol does not sit well with me any more, but I had a home made lemonade muddled with fresh mint and basil.
It was amazing.
And what was more amazing is that I enjoyed every bite, savoring it fully, not worrying one bit about micros or macros, fats or carbs. Came home and closed my window with full fat goat milk yogurt, and homemade bread and butter because of course I'm learning to bake using the book "Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day" by Jeff Hertzberg and Zoë François and I had to sample my first loaf.
At lunch, my friend and I talked of many things, but of course we also talked about about weight loss.
I explained how much I've missed over the years being clinically obese and how much joy I'm finally getting to experience with food. I told her that in 2005, just before Hurricane Katrina, we had visited New Orleans. I had just lost a pretty significant amount of weight (again) and was terrified to eat anything.
I had crappy salads with dressing on the side, eating my pre-packed little healthy snacks at specified times to "keep my metabolism up" and tracking everything, keeping things to 1500-1700 calories or less a day, avoiding Beignets, Poor Boys, and Banana's Foster.
Of course it was unsustainable and eventually the weight came back with friends.
But now....I really, really want to go back to New Orleans!
