Spoiler alert: I failed.
This morning I weighed 135.6lb. Cannot be sure whether there was indeed a weight loss, or the breakfast I had eaten and the slightly wet hair added up some serious ounces to yesterday’s weigh-in.
This time around day 2 was much more enjoyable. I was definitely not bedridden as it had been the case last year. I did however sleep in until close to 11am, but I blame that on Copiloo’s 4.30am wake-up time.
I did not care much for the breakfast dish this morning – Artichoke Egg Strata. It did not look that appealing, hence no photo; what I disliked about it was the sliminess of its top layer. It was similar to that of undercooked egg whites, but it was something else; it would not harden after being heated. I managed to stir the whole thing and could eat it that way.
The lunch meal – Chicken Cauliflower Tabouleh Salad, made up for the breakfast disaster. It was a decent-sized portion, too (the idea of the wholesome2go detox program is that lunch should be the largest meal of the day).
Dinner… I mentioned yesterday that due to poor planning on my part I entered the detox program the week I had a couple of important social events. If yesterday I’ve surprised myself by eating my cold salmon while all my friends were scarfing down juicy burgers and cheesy meals, tonight things didn’t go so well. First of all, we went to a slightly fancy restaurant – Bandera in Brentwood, you should try it; I could already hear Hubbyloo deem my intention to bring my own food or merely drink water the whole evening idiotic, so I didn’t even bother. Second of all, it was our anniversary! And it was a great restaurant! Overall I think I did pretty well: I ate a half grilled artichoke (their number 1 bestseller),
I ordered their oven-roasted chicken and beef ribs (BBQ sauce on the side, and I really just dipped my fork in it probably a couple of times…),
with a side of steamed brussel sprouts
and a garden salad (no dressing).
I pretty much stuck to the regime, except I may have eaten double the regular portion (still not everything that was served though). The hardest part of the confession is … I had dessert. Oreo ice cream sandwich with chocolate sauce (see top of page). Ah-mazing! I declined any alcohol, I chose my food with lots of care and I told Hubbyloo I would just watch him eat the oreo ice cream, an essential element of the tradition. Even while I was saying it, I knew it was BS. When it was brought out, I dove right into it. I stopped breathing. I even ate half of the candle. I think. We were not able to find a piece of it. Oh, well. Copiloo eats sand every day.
Tomorrow I’ll be back on the wagon 100%.