Bwopping, Evs

(The Evs is for Bill. Yes, I watch it. Dilana rocks.)

The nausea with my happy pill has abated over time. Fortunately I got into the habit of eating smaller meals, and I've managed to get down to 140. That was last week. I won't be weighing myself on Tuesday, admittedly because I'm afraid of what number I'll see after last night. My will power is still in question, especially when I eat really good food at expensive restaurants.

Last night I met one of the moms from a mom's group at one of the nicest restaurants in town. I couldn't stop eating. A bottomless pit I was. Gah! As I lay moaning, as still as possible, in bed last night, knowing full well that allowing my begging body to purge itself would immediately make me feel better but absolutely refusing to throw up one ounce of my $62.00 meal, I still couldn't believe that I ate so much. Rundown? Let's relive it and hope that I don't barf at the memory.

• Three slices of the bread with butter (I told mister mrtl two, forgetting the one I ate with my soup -- full disclosure, yo)
• Salad comprised of mixed greens, strawberries, blueberries, walnuts, bleu cheese, and raspberry vinagrette
• New England clam chowder
• Pan seared Parmesan and Asiago crusted halibut cheeks, served with garlic mashed potatoes and a medley of sauteed peppers and squash
• A glass of white wine (half a glass, really) and a ton of water
• Creme brulee (the only thing not finished by about 1/4)
• Can't forget the traded bites I had from my dining mates -- teriyaki tenderloin and halibut stuffed with dungeness crab and macadamia nuts

Everything was so ridiculously good. Even as I lay so still in my attempts not to gush forth with each small urp, I even relished the taste of the burps. Hello? I've never had a tasty burp. WTF?

And I felt hung over this morning. With only that small glass of wine, though, and more water than I can usually handle, I started to wonder. Was I drugged? Not a drug of the date rape variety, but one equally potent in loosening the inhibitions, weakening me to the point of being completely powerless to stop myself.

I can't wait to go again.

Comments

[Sharkey]

With all those yummy foods, I think I would've OD'd as well. 'Specially with the salad and the halibut. Sounds de-lish!

[undercovermutha]

A glutton for punishment you are. Last night I went to a pizza buffet. Tasty burps were nowhere to be found.

[Hänni]

If you don't mind me asking, where did you go?

Also, I think food hangover is real and just as bad as the one you get from booze.

[Andrea]

The only kind of restaurant I go to where I never feel like I've eaten too much is Japanese. It always looks like so little on the plate, but it probably is all I need (too bad they still charge what I'd pay for a larger amount at any other restaurant!)

[mrtl]

H - Simon and Seafort's. mmmmmmm....

[eclectic]

Food hangover. Bleh! I've had one nearly constantly the last month because I've lost my ability to say no to almost any food. Gah! Must. Find. Willpower.

[Jitterbean Girl]

Ho boy, you just had to mention the creme brulee, didn't you? :)

I'm going to be going to Simon & Seafort's later this week, and you've done a mighty fine job of whetting my appetite. Hot damn, those halibut cheeks sound delectable.

[william]

Hey Mrtl. I was hoping Dilana would win but oh well. I hope you are well.