Move that body: I found my motivation last night and went for a 2.7-mile walk after dinner. Nothing this morning but laps at Kroger.
The hunger beast is back.
Or should I say the hungry baby?
Either way, the past few days, I have been faced with near constant hunger reminiscent of my early pregnancy. I’m doing my best to be mindful of the circumstances – weighing whether I’m really hungry or wanting something, whether I need water or whether I’m getting caught up in the fat/salt/sugar cycle – but I’m not going to go hungry. I’m going to eat.
And eat I do.
Even if it means a 5:30 dinner.
Thankfully, Mark is kind enough to oblige his pregnant wife, and he met me at the popular lunchtime spot, Dash-In, which also serves beer and dinner.
The Dash is known for its amazing grilled cheese sandwiches – including an “epic” double decker version – and espresso malts. While I’ve had my fair share of the treats, when I’m eating like I have been, I really try to focus on filling my body with good for me foods and not junk.
Like a house salad with peppercorn dressing – dip the fork method (thank you, WW).
And hummus plate.
It doesn’t look like a ton of food but I was full after eating the salad and a third of the appetizer. (I took the rest home and ate another third while watching a poor Netflix selection - “The Rite”.)
I was so satisfied with my selection that I wasn’t the least bit jealous of Mark.
He had the bruschetta grilled cheese and tomato bisque.
Nope. I wasn’t jealous. Not. At. All.
What did you do for dinner last night?