hotels that smell like cookes.

So, this was a successfully unsuccessful weekend. 

Let me start by saying that tonight, I drove home from dinner in my new, old Saab convertable with the top down.  We were all laughing like maniacs and blasting lovely music by Hole, The Pussycat Dolls, and Kelis while the kids threw up alternating gang and peace signs in the backseat.  What winter weekend that ends like that could be bad??

Phil and I have been very good on medifast for 5 weeks, and had planned our Valentine's dinner for this weekend.  It's also Emma's birthday weekend and we had a lot planned for this as well. 

Emma's party went off perfectly.  We did the Harry Potter themed thing.  It went great - who has ever heard of a girl's party that doesn't end in crying and taking someone home early?  Very nice.  I took the girls to a local coffee shop in the morning, and they had a great time sitting at a table by themselves drinking decaf coffee with flavored syrup in it. 

Phil and I then took the girls home and headed to drop the kids off at mom and dad's and then off to the hotel for our romantic evening.  On the way there, Phil started running a fever.  We got to the hotel, and went straight upstairs where Phil took a 2 hour nap.  We went to dinner, and it was GREAT!  I had warm chevre on toast points (only ate 1/2), salad, and a fillet stuffed with mushrooms and parmesan.  We skipped dessert, but I did have wine.  Phil had pate, salad, and duck in a champagne sauce.  Overall, it was excellent.  We were planning on hitting BW3s on the way back to the hotel for a dessert of hot wings and trivia.  Unfortunately, Phil felt pretty bad, so we went back to the hotel.

This brings me to the title of the post today.  We were feeling pretty darn good about ourselves since we'd stuck pretty close to the diet even on our "cheat" night as we made our way into the hotel.  Honestly, we'd never left that restaurant spending less than $150 for the two of us due to the amount of food that we normally eat.  Immediately upon entering the hotel, I was completely bowled over by the aroma of vanilla and partially melted chocolate.  I stopped dead in my tracks.  Seriously?  Chocolate chip cookies???  I tired valiantly, but it WAS, after all, my cheat night.  I must also mention that due to the fact that we were not going out and instead going back to the room to sleep on our romantic evening, I had bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate the holiday.  Well, what goes better with champagne than chocolate chip cookies???  Nothing.  That's what I said, too!  So, we were badder than intended, but seriously - how are dieters supposed to survive when Otis Spumkmyer is stocking hotels with his delectable morsels?

So, we had Veuve Cliquot and chocolate chip cookies while we watched The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. 

It was actually quite a lovely night - sickness, monthly friend, and all.  That's why I love my man so much.  No matter what is going on, we can enjoy our time as long as we're together. 

The next day was a little better, but we have strayed too far away.  We went to the movies (Gnomeo and Juliet will force even the most staunch teetotalers to drink) and then took Emma shopping with her birthday money and to the Chinese buffet for dinner.  Now, the one that we went to had some great sauteed veggies with no sauce and, of course, the time tried favorite, chicken on a stick.  It was good, lean, and green.  So, that wasn't too bad.

We're starting over again tomorrow.  No wine.  No junk.  Noses need to be back to the grindstone.  Exercise needs to restart.  5 medifast meals a day plus lean and green and NO eating out!  Starting again tomorrow, until our next cheat (that will, by the way, involve a bag of Julio's chips that are reaching their expiration date), we will behave ourselves and be the role models that we are supposed to be!

Tomorrow, if I have time, I'm going to tell my story a little, and then I'm going to get started on the school lunch program......I'm a fan of Jamie Oliver, by the way - fair warning!

Dr. Mindy