The diet of champions.
I did something spontaneous, and it worked out tremendously! I had been wanting to have a wine and cheese night for the longest time this semester, so I finally reached out to my peers, asking if they were down for such an event this weekend.
Long story short: They were down, and we all pulled together for a fabulous wine and cheese night!
A few of us picked up some artisan cheeses from Sheridan’s Cheesemonger in city centre, and it was surprisingly so inexpensive! Other people picked up some cheeses from the local grocery store too, which were just as delicious. The selection included gouda, some aged cheddars, blue, goat, brie (so much brie), and chive + onion cheddar.
What you don’t see here is the baked brie in puff pastry that a couple girls made. *drool* You can see at the top right of my plate below that I got a nice hunk of it though!
I went back for the equivalent of, like, five more plates. I also learned that I hate wine. I almost choked every time I swallowed it.
We played Heads Up and Sardines afterward, because we’re quasi-adults. Such a fun night!
Other eats recently have involved a load of carbs, butter, and sugar. All the things that are demonized by our culture, but hey, when in Ireland…
afternoon scones with butter and jam are my favorite
I’m aware of the general amount of carbs and fat I’m consuming here, and sometimes I’m tempted to be bothered by the fact, but I never feel overloaded or gross with the treats I’m eating. Granted, I don’t always feel like a spring chicken after a heavy meal (i.e. wine and cheese night), but I also don’t feel deprived or restricted, which is good for the mind AND body.
I still love green things
If we’re being 100% honest, sometimes I still look at my stomach and think, “I know I could do better with my diet.” But then I remember, “What would that do for me? Would I really be happier with a little less fat? Is that where my worth is?”
And then the rational side of Alison comes back. Of course my worth is not in my body. I’m feeling energetic, lively, and grateful, and it is my duty to radiate that outwards, not to focus it inwards for some construction of “perfection”.
Irish oat “flapjacks” (aka oats, butter, golden syrup, and brown sugar — DELICIOUS)
Megan shared some of her garlic bread with me, and it was so satisfying
This isn’t anything we haven’t heard before (from myself or from the rest of social media), but reminders are always needed.
I baked something! Some banana bread baked oatmeal for easy breakfasts this week.
still going strong with the pb banana for breakfast #forever
Another sign that recovery is always subtly ongoing: I used to love having pasta for dinner in middle school, but then disordered eating shut that down in high school, and even in college to an extent. A bowl of pasta for any meal was subconsciously ingrained in my mind as “too many carbs” for so long that I generally avoided it, with or without deliberate thought about my carb intake. It’s not that I wouldn’t eat a bowl of pasta (trust me), I just wouldn’t consider it first on a menu or cook it for myself, even if I was craving it.
It had been a long time, but I bought a bag of pasta and cooked it up with some beef and spicy tomato sauce on Saturday night. Plus some unpictured roasted broccoli!
*punches the air because it was so good*
Similar sentiments about white bagels, actually, now that I think about it. Again, I have no actual “fears” of these foods anymore, but I just recently realized that I don’t often get them for myself, and for no good reason. ‘Cause I really love pasta and bagels!!
(I’m saying all this not because I’m struggling, but because honesty is the best policy. I want to reassure others that having these thoughts/realizations, even after recovery, is still normal. We can kick ’em to the curb though 🙂 )
brunch after Mass at Metro Cafe yesterday: toasted bagel with smoked salmon, guacamole, and rocket salad
Speaking of Mass, the church we went to yesterday was gorgeous, and the choir was phenomenal! It was the best Mass experience I’ve had in Ireland so far. The church was St. Teresa of Avila on Clarendon St.
After brunch, we were walking back home when I spotted Murphy’s Ice Cream. I squealed.
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I literally screamed for ice cream when I spotted @murphysicecream unexpectedly this afternoon // "nutty crunchy peanut" special = sea salt and honeycomb ice creams with butterscotch whipped cream, salted peanuts and butterscotch sauce (I KNOW.) #DublinMovesAndGrooves #icecream #HappySunday
It was €5 for this tiny cup, but it was a special tiny cup of ice cream. I mean, butterscotch whipped cream? C’mon. Definitely a better deal than a €5 shot.
Two last spontaneous things I did:
I RAN. 4.5 miles! I haven’t run that far in…a year? Two years? It was beautiful outside, and I was too sore to do any strength/HIIT stuff, so running was the perfect way to move and groove on Friday.
Second spontaneous thing was cooking this weird rice dish last night with leftover white rice, tikka masala sauce, spinach, and two eggs.
it was alright
Hope you all have a wonderful week! We have a couple finals and then a 10-day mid-semester break!!
So tell me:
Do you like wine?
What did you do this weekend?
How are we feeling about carbs, butter, and sugar these days?