28. So I indulged

That's right I actually indulged instead of a half-assed sortof indulgence. Monday night I was yet again at the gourmet hotdog bar playing trivia and had some tatertots with lots of dipping sauces. Trying to decide what to have was pretty hard because I've been pretty satisfied with what I'm eating lately, but I am missing some of that mental satisfaction or feeling of satiety and feel like maybe I'm missing some of the umami taste that comes from salt and fat and sugar. So that's how the tatertots came up. I'm missing intense tastes so what better way to get those than with a bunch of dipping sauces with fried potato puffs as the vehicle for getting them to my mouth.

I split a plate with two other people because an order of tots is huge even by normal standards and chose five sauces: housemade ketchup, chipotle hollandaise, black truffle honey mustard, saffron aioli, and tomato and garlic jam. The tots were surprisingly good, not too salty, but abotu half-way through mine I was full. I should have stopped then, but continued on and ended up uncomfortably full. The sauces weren't as great as I imagined. The tastes weren't as intense as I had hoped, they mostly tasted the same as they did before although the black truffle honey mustard tasted a lot sweeter and the chipotle hollandaise was almost disgustingly rich. It was weird, as I was eating I started to feel light-headed, almost high. The feeling passed and I was left with just a super full stomach.

The feeling full messed my plans for the evening. I was planning on working out after we got home to get the junk out of my system, but there was no way I was going to be able to with how full I was. It would have been a recipe for disaster or vomit. So I went to bed feeling super guilty about skipping the workout and planning on getting up and doing Monday's workout Tuesday morning and Tuesday's workout in the evening. Tuesday morning rolled around and I was tired. I don't know if it was too many kindof late nights catching up with me or the heavy work of digesting all those starches but there was no way I was getting out of bed to workout, or even go to work. I rolled over, grabbed the phone and called in a half vacation day to work and slept til 11.

I finally managed to workout around noon. I did half the day's jumps and my knee feels great. I got a new rope that's made out of rubber or plastic or something and it makes a huge difference. I totally don't get how to do the creep but went with it. The planks make me want to cry and the cats totally love to bother me while I'm doing them. I didn't end up working out in the evening. I went to a block club meeting that lasted forever and then came home and passed out. So I'm still a workout behind, but I'll do it tonight with the day's jumps. I know it's supposed to be a rest day, but the guilt of not doing the workout is gnawing at me and I feel like one slip-up and I'm on the brink of this huge lazy downward spiral.

I really need to recommit to blogging every day and checking in with everyone. I feel totally disconnected.