“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.” – Hippocrates

My attempt at detox is going very well. It is far from what a real detox would be but still I so impressed with myself.  I am also continuing with the intermittent fasting.

For the most part, during the week, I cut out the 2 worst offenders for me: sugar and carb. On the weekends I have a little piece of bread for breakfast.

On Sunday it will be 2 weeks, my aim is to do a total of 3 weeks.  I want to find a middle ground and keep it for the rest of my life. 

I had had not sugar until last night 😦

“Health is the greatest possession. Contentment is the greatest treasure. Confidence is the greatest friend.” ― Lao Tzu

Last night my sister and I met a friend for dinner. We were the only table in this beautiful Greek restaurant, called Telly’s Tavern.  There is one in Manhattan for years and just last year they opened in Port Chester.  We went to the Port Chester location.

We were the only customers there on a Thursday at 8:30pm.  I know there is a virus going around, and with the numbers rising again, I don’t expect to see a lot people, but still I expected some people sitting on the tables outside. There were none. l I felt bad for the owner. 

I had soup at home and had appetizers at the restaurant.  I had a few slices of fried potatoes and 1 zucchini croquette, they were tick and the size of a hamburger. And all so delicious.  My sister and my friend had 2 drinks each. I had a glass of water and that was perfectly fine. I was not tempted at all.

The one thing that was very hard to pass by was the bread basket. Beautifully smelling hot rustic bread. Immediately I declared that I was going to take the bread home. We took it, and then accidently gave to my friend with other leftovers 😦  I guess it is was not meant to be)

.“If we are creating ourselves all the time, then it is never too late to begin creating the bodies we want instead of the ones we mistakenly assume we are stuck with.”― Deepak Chopra

And then I had dessert. I didn’t want to. I am not even joking, I didn’t want to, but still I had it. Why?

To be kind to the waitress.

Christina, our waitress is from Paraguay and just the nicest girl and waitress you could ever had.  She wanted to be gracious so as a treat she brought us freshly fried Lokoumades, which is the Greek version of donuts.  Deep fried dough balls sprinkled with cinnamon and drizzled with honey.  

Donuts and such are not enticing to me at all, so I didn’t want to have any. I knew my sister wasn’t going to have any and I wasn’t sure if my friend would or would not, so I wanted to do my part.

They were good! I don’t regret it. I was happy to attempt to show appreciation for the waitress’s kind gesture.  To me, not eating was not an option.

“We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.” ― Kurt Vonnegut

It got me thinking, how many times have we done something we don’t want to do to please someone? Probably more times than we realize. 

This is not the first time and will not be the last, but I am going to try to watch myself.  I have to watch myself on the reasons behind my actions and inactions.

This morning I woke up starving and I am blaming those darn little balls. I haven’t been that hungry in the mornings since I started the intermittent fasting.  I am happy that for the first time in forever I am noticing things about my body, and my feelings towards food and hunger.

And on that note, tomorrow is Saturday and I cannot wait to have a piece of bread with butter.  

oh, and this friend that we met for dinner baked us a huge Brazilian Style carrot cake. Is the world conspiring against me? lol