As I mentioned on Friday, I spent the weekend at a Bachelorette Party in the mountains. At the bride’s request, this was not a frilly limo-tour of bars with fruity cocktails and male dancers, or even an extravagant spa weekend; but two nights in a rustic cabin down a muddy road with a relaxed foray in an SUV to some of North Georgia’s beautiful wineries on Saturday. It was a jeans and sweater kind of affair (though she did sport a veil and pink feather boa — we’re not barbarians). That preference is one of many reasons I love this girl, and I’m so happy she is marrying one of my oldest and best friends.
I was a little concerned about how the sugar detox would go over the weekend. I love wine, I love food in general, and vacations are a time of major weakness for me when it comes to eating. It doesn’t take much social pressure to get me into a celebratory slice of cake or a bag of M&M’s; but it takes a hell of a lot of discipline to pull me OUT of that bag once I’m in. Frosting is like crack to me.
My health coach friend Meghan suggested that I sip on some red wine as my weekend indulgence. And that’s what I did. Well, that’s what I did if you replace the word “sip” with “guzzle,” and “some red” with “a liter of red and a few glasses of white.” To really make it accurate, you have to tack on “and eat your weight in chips and queso.”
I opted not to even track my weight watchers points: partly because we were in the middle of nowhere and the WW app on my phone was useless without cell service, and partly because who wants to say “excuse me girls, I just need to go see how unhealthy what we’re eating really is…”? I decided to try to make sensible choices for most of the weekend, and to keep avoiding wheat plus any sugary foods aside from the wine. Other than a few bites of flatbread chips and a citrus vinaigrette on my beet salad, I think I managed both of those restrictions pretty well. As for tortilla chips and dairy, though, all bets were off. Cheese = yes. Pimento cheese, cheddar cheese on toothpicks, melted cheese with jalapenos… ah, the nectar of the gods. Well… the nectar of the cows.
So when I stepped on the scale this morning, I held my breath. Salty chips, queso, a half-pound of guacamole, 10,458 nuts. SO much wine. And no Jazzercise. (We did see a Jazzercise studio while we were up there, but I was in no condition to dance at that moment.) But the scale was kind this morning: I was actually down two pounds since Friday. Woo-friggin-hoo, y’all!
So I’m smiling today and getting ready to write my new book: Wine, Cheese and Lose! by M.J. Pullen. Coming soon to a bookstore near you.
[Read the next installment of the Sugar Detox Saga here.]
I’m M.J. (Manda) Pullen, an author and mom in the Atlanta, Georgia area. I blog about writing, publishing, parenthood, life and the many lessons I’ve learned the hard way. I once accidentally killed a pet mouse by feeding him too much cheese, and am now trying to avoid giving him his revenge.
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