I have been on this “eating healthy” kick for about a month now. No, not trying to lose weight, but to FEEL better — which has worked — in addition to actually SWEATING at the gym. No more fast food. No after-hours bar indulgences. No sweets (other than lightly sweetened cereals and other breakfast options). I eat some sort of fruit or vegetable with EVERY meal… and even for my snacks, I venture into unsalted pretzel territory. I never would have thought I could ENJOY a cup of cottage cheese as a snack at my desk mid-way through work. Yup. I allow myself one “cheat” meal a week. Thursday was the buffalo chicken wrap (not breaded — awesome!) at Public House in Westpark. I did NOT dollop the entire wrap with a gallon of bleu cheese, as per old-eatin-Mel. Nope. Just one dip. And one beer.
Friday happy hour! A quick jaunt from Liquid to Blind Pig. Bar Flyy closed? Disco Inferno was at Blind Pig. I couldn’t last from work-crowd to club-crowd. I was spent.
I actually had to drive 45 minutes to an early Saturday closing. Which was why it was probably good on my part to make the prior night an early one. Part two was my friend’s pre-bachelorette party/sex toy party over on the east side. I worked out for an hour (yes, on a Saturday evening — gotta get my club pump on!) then went out drinking. Well, at least I got an hour of cardio to balance out the few Sam Adams in which I indulged. Oh, and you missed me rockin my cowboy hat out at Boneyard with Boston Trooper. Some shady ass with fifty-cents asked for a beer and then stole a cigarette and then sat at the bar wearing his sunglasses. There was a couple arguing in wedding attendee attire. No late-night bar food crap. Star for Mel!
“Good morning!” from a gentleman out walking downtown Sunday while I prayed the two-block walk my car was affectionately parked in a non-ticket zone. I returned and acknowledged with a smile. He thanked me for that smile. I take it he doesn’t get many of those too often. It changed my demeanor for the entire day… eh, well, I spent the rest of it indoors by myself mindlessly engaged in TNT movies. Thought I could skip the tear-fest, aka: The Notebook. Nope. Another Nicholas Sparks’ classic: “A Walk to Remember.” Eh, Sundays.
