Almost Made It
Sunday was to be the last day of South Beach: Phase One. I knew it would be tough to stick to because polymorphism and I planned to spend the entire day out of the house, which makes it considerably more difficult to stick to.
We started the day by heading to Woodstock to join K on an exploratory venture into Chicago by train. It was cold enough that my beard iced up, and we didn't realize until shortly before the train arrived that we could have been inside with a warm beverage for the 15 minute wait, but that was fine.
When the train arrived in Chicago, we started walking to the Chicago Architecture Foundation, as that was what K needed to know how to find. She'll be back later this week with a group of kids on a field trip, and she wanted to make sure she knew the way. A guy was standing outside the train station demanding to know where we were going. I told him we weren't sure, to which he responded, "You don't know where you're going? That's fucked up."
I find that hilarious.
As it happens, we were all feeling a bit lunchy when we disembarked, and apparently we should have known Chicago is a ghost town on Sunday afternoon. Everything was closed, including fast-food joints, so we couldn't eat until we stopped at Italian Village. It's a nice place, probably everybody's been there (I may have been there before, but I don't remember), and basically, knowing that it was off-diet, I went ahead and ate just about a loaf of French Bread by myself. I've missed bread.
If I'd waited, I could have had whole grain bread today, but I felt like I've earned it. Quite honestly, I've been feeling that way a lot lately. I've been very good about this diet.
We started the day by heading to Woodstock to join K on an exploratory venture into Chicago by train. It was cold enough that my beard iced up, and we didn't realize until shortly before the train arrived that we could have been inside with a warm beverage for the 15 minute wait, but that was fine.
When the train arrived in Chicago, we started walking to the Chicago Architecture Foundation, as that was what K needed to know how to find. She'll be back later this week with a group of kids on a field trip, and she wanted to make sure she knew the way. A guy was standing outside the train station demanding to know where we were going. I told him we weren't sure, to which he responded, "You don't know where you're going? That's fucked up."
I find that hilarious.
As it happens, we were all feeling a bit lunchy when we disembarked, and apparently we should have known Chicago is a ghost town on Sunday afternoon. Everything was closed, including fast-food joints, so we couldn't eat until we stopped at Italian Village. It's a nice place, probably everybody's been there (I may have been there before, but I don't remember), and basically, knowing that it was off-diet, I went ahead and ate just about a loaf of French Bread by myself. I've missed bread.
If I'd waited, I could have had whole grain bread today, but I felt like I've earned it. Quite honestly, I've been feeling that way a lot lately. I've been very good about this diet.