Ok. So, I know I told you I should’ve been (x-1) kg already by yesterday. Well, I was. Yesterday morning. But I feasted a little yesterday. Well, a lot.
And 2 more main dishes plus that pancake. But what to do, what to do, veggies are so delicious! (And I really mean it from the bottom of my heart, especially Korean, Japanese, and Chinese dishes. If you’ve ever wondered why my face looks so Oriental before, which I get a lot, that’s probably why).
After the whole feast, we made a stop at Quickly again for the famous Asian tapioca bubble drinks. Which I haven’t had in about, say, 2 years?
I know how ridonkulous it seems that I’m an Asian and you’ve probably been wondering what I eat on a daily basis, since I haven’t been treating myself with a boba drink for 2 years. Well, today I’m uploading my huge breakfast, which is usually not this big but somehow I’m really hungry this morning. (Maybe it’s the crazy cold weather here, when San Francisco’s actually welcoming Spring, ironically).
This is practically what I eat everyday – since I have a stock of matcha green tea soba noodles that I can just cook within 10 minutes and it’s done. Then every morning I fry 2 eggs on extra virgin olive oil. Can’t live without eggs ever since I was a baby.
This is a small bowl of peach yogurt and some berries sprinkled on top of it, a dash of cinnamon, and some flaxseeds. This is my average breakfast portion, but as I said, maybe it was because I ate out last night and got comfortable with this queen-sized portion so that’s why I ate my breakfast the American way this morning.
Then, even though I was already really very full, I even had another apple.
Wow, I know right? I’ve gotten rid of this habit for the past week, but now it’s come back. Crazy American diet.
I didn’t mean it in a bad way – I just can’t stand the portion sizes they give in the restaurants here. I heard from my boyfriend that he didn’t even get hungry from his breakfast yesterday morning at 9, up till 3 in the afternoon he still wasn’t hungry without lunch, and that’s when he realized it’s already 3pm. So he drank a cup of boba, and wasn’t hungry too until at night, and he couldn’t take much anymore because he’s too full.
The thing is, if you don’t stock up on food at home and you think, oh, outside there are plenty of restaurant choices to choose from so I don’t have to buy groceries right now… That’s when you will gorge like a monster in the restaurant and the next second you didn’t realize that you’ve already adopted that habit of eating more than the only portion size you need. That’s what happened to me for the past 3 months – in fact, it always happen to me whenever I come back here from my holidays in Jakarta. I will get really sick of the food right in front of my plate. Most Asians are usually taught to eat off the whole plate until it’s clean, because we hate wasting food and we LOVE food. I also do know that we can just order a takeout box and we can pack the rest of the food and bring home just that. But then it will not be fresh anymore, I always ended up not eating them anyway if I bring it home.
Surprise, surprise. I weighed myself this morning and I’m right back at x kg again. Urgh. I’m sure it’s the sodium last night and all dat sugar, so it must be the water weight or something. IT MUST BE. So, I cannot waste all the willpower I’ve exerted throughout last week and I am planning to hit the gym this afternoon, right after a potential roommate visits my house later this afternoon.
The great thing is, after eating so much last night, I pooped a lot. Which is a healthy thing, you know? Haven’t been pooping so much in a long time.
8 days left till this diet is over. I didn’t specify how much weight I wanted to lose, I just mentioned losing weight. My only aim right now is to get back to the weight I was yesterday, plus 0.5kg more. So my end goal should be (x – 1.5) kg. That’s reachable. That’s doable. Oh God, I need self-control. I have self-control. I know I do. Weight maintenance is a personal responsibility, not a state where you can blame genetics, genes, DNA or whatnot and then you can feel good about you being fat. It’s just a fact that you’re fat and that you have to do something about it.
And this is the Asian style of doing things. Whenever my mom calls me every Saturday, she will ask questions like, “Are you fat now?” or “Get enough sleep?” which is to the point. No nonsense. Straight to the point.
I’m being redundant. You get me.