Today’s Weigh In: 136.4 lbs
Body Fat %: 27.9
I’m more than willing to admit that I fell off the diet wagon yesterday, and for that, I am set back .4 pounds. You see, Gobo’s office was nice enough to plan a post-wedding lunch party at the office for us. I got to meet almost all his co-workers, some of whom I’ve already had the pleasure of meeting a few times.
The table in the conference room was decked out with two, three-tiered dessert racks. On the top level was the most delicious chocolate-covered strawberries that had Congrats and our initials written over them. Second level was filled to the brim with chocolate chip cookies and scrumptious-looking brownie-like tidbits, and finally on the bottom was a bunch of scone-like pastry things covered in pumpkin icing of some sort. I only tried the chocolate-covered strawberries.
I knew going in to the lunch that I would have to eat something, even if the food wasn’t on my diet. I mean how rude would it be if I just sat there and sipped my Evian while everyone was digging in? Ruuu—uude. So you can imagine my relief when the buffet trays were unveiled before my eyes and I saw a precious family of plump rotisserie chicken breasts, steamed vegetables, and wedges of baked potatoes! Bam! Already two out of the three things I am supposed to eat for lunch on my diet. There was also a flower bed of garden greens.
After the office Top 10 List and some newlywed games, dessert was presented in the form of the fluffiest chocolate and vanilla cupcakes dressed with pastel-colored incing and a mountainous heap of whipped cream.
Muffin Top in Homer Simpson voice again: Ohhhh…Precious Venus!
Here’s the thing about me. At public shindigs, I rarely pig out. Especially at a shindig where I am one of the guests of honor and everyone’s eyes are glued to me. Luckily, I was wearing a pretty decent muffin-concealing outfit. Thank you Anne Taylor and Club Monaco! I did not feel like I ate too much of my meal, but Jean Claude Van Damn those lil potato wedges were good!
After the fun and games, we had a toast of champagne. That’s also when I took a generous bite from Gobo’s cupcake – a quarter of it to be exact. The moment the icing melted on my tongue, I knew that my fat cells were already emerging from their caves like vampire bats ready for a good sucking.
I brought home 3 leftover plates filled with more chicken, veggies, potatoes and cornbread. That’s right, good ‘ol CORNBREAD. Contrary to what you might think, I resisted it. Boy was it tough but I did not even sneak in a bite of that yummy-looking yellow mound of CORNBREAD. I did, however, feel anxious.
I was waiting around at home to receive our much-delayed wedding Thank You Cards from our stationary designer. Cards that should have gone out weeks ago but have been held hostage because the person responsible for them got drafted to Iraq. Just kidding, but that’s what it felt like. No means of contacting her via email, phone, nada.
So the Muffin Top got fidgety. And when Muffin gets hot and bothered, she turns to her beloved confidant, Mr. Fridge.
Mr. Fridge: Don’t you fret Muffin, open me up! I got plenty of goodies for you today.
Muffin Top: Ok!
Me: Damnit. But I already ate! And I had desert so now i have to rethink the afternoon snacks.
Muffin Top: But you didn’t eat enough! All those people watching you, remember?
Mr. Fridge: She does have a point, you know.
Me: F*ck you Mr. Fridge, you weren’t even there!
But I give in. My hand grabs Mr. Fridge’s brushed steel arm and pulls his ride side open. I dig out the leftover plate and attack the remaining veggies and potatoes. I also took 4 bites of the chicken. I ate all this after downing 2.5 small Bartlett Pears an hour earlier.
I couldn’t wait around anymore for the thank you cards, so I hit the gym. Burned off 300 calories according to the elliptical, but I never trust those numbers.
So Gobo and I went to a David Gray concert last night. Very significant for us since David Gray’s “This Year’s Love” was basically our wedding theme song – it was featured on our wedding website and also played during one part of our ceremony. More importantly, this song was playing when Gobo told me he loved me for the first time 2 years ago.
I had a Starbuck’s latte on the way to the concert. I did not need or should have had those 90 calories of Cinnamon Dolce bliss. The scale creeps up to 136.3 pounds.
The concert was amazing. Way more amazing than what Gobo and I were expecting. Having only listened to This Year’s Love, I thought I was in for a dude singing melancholy songs with his piano all night. I couldn’t be more wrong. There was a full on band, and all of Mr. Gray’s songs kept me awake. The lighting was absolutely spectacular too.
David Gray in Concert at Ruth Eckherd Hall
Gray is immensely talented. He can play the guitar, piano, harmonica and he has a serious set of pipes. He also has some serious performance idiosyncrasies. Oh my lord, it was like watching a cracked out Jude Law look-alike in a shiny gray Michael Bubble thin lapel suit strumming his guitar at 120 mph and moving his head from side to side and his leg up and down at an even faster click. I loved it, what a show.
Part of the show was also watching the audience around us. Many of the women in the theatre were on the brink of reliving some kind of Woodstock fantasy, getting up from their chairs and dancing with their arms flailing all over the place in a dreamland trance, irrespective of what song he was playing.
Getting people excited at the piano!
The woman to the left of me looked like a long-haired Tilda Swinton. Clearly, she dragged her much older husband along, who was sitting next to me. At first I thought he brought his daughter to the concert. He looked as amused as a snail the entire time and was only there to help Tilda take videos and pictures so that her arms could be free to Maestro the entire concert. She was very into it all right, her ass on the edge of the seat, completely oblivious to her poor husband’s sporadic efforts at trying to be affectionate and cuddly. Sorry dude, your wife is in love with David. You’re just the poor sucker who brought her here. Meh, who am I to judge? They probably went home and banged like banshees afterward.
All in all, it was a magical night. I am a fan now, Mr. Gray. Thanks to Gobo for taking me to my second concert ever and getting us perfect seats!