Packing It In

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In two days Carter will be home from five weeks of camp. It seems like a blink of an eye. I had such big plans of what I would accomplish while she was away and in typical fashion I only completed about ten percent of my list even though I never slept late one day or lazed around one evening. Sleeping in and lazing around were even on the list. Of course I did go on the best vacation of my life so I think I can double count that in my achievement matrix due to its high quality.

 

So here I am with two days left to myself trying to pack as much in as possible. I have every moment accounted for in military like fashion, but today I just adverted sure disaster in my well thought out schedule.

 

I started today having my annual physical. Knowing that my doctor can get way behind on his schedule I tried to get the first appointment of the morning, but was thwarted and ended up getting the 9:30 slot. Surely there could not be too many other people in front of me then.

 

I have a small window of time to get my exam because my daily medication prescription is about to run out next month and I need to fit the visit in before my next vacation. It’s not that I could not wait until after I go to Maine to see the Doctor, but I happen to be at a low weight and I know this is the thing that makes me have the best exam. I hate to go to Maine and not get to eat lobster because I have to be weighed the day I get back.

 

I also had a school related meeting today that was fit in because I had screwed up and double booked two meetings at the same time earlier in the week. Then came the fun of the week and something I purposely planned to do right after my physical weigh-in, go to Afternoon Tea for my friend Mary Lloyd’s birthday. See all eating for the month had to be planned to take place right after I saw the Doctor.

 

I had also planed out my eating for the day since Afternoon Tea does not include one single thing that might be considered diet friendly, save the actual tea. The day was going to go like this; get up, don’t eat breakfast, see the doctor, grab some fruit at Whole Foods on the way to school meeting, solve the problems of the world, pick up friends for tea, indulge, come home, feel guilty and do my walking and all my writing assignments.

 

I got to the Doctor’s office early and was immediately concerned when I overheard three other women who came in after me register to see the same doctor with appointments before mine. Being a good eavesdropper does not help my blood pressure. I asked the receptionist exactly how far behind he was already and her response was, “Not as bad as usual.” I asked if I could get my blood work done before I saw him to at least get that out of the way. Nobody in the doctor’s office likes an ex-efficiency expert.

 

I made it through that task by a hair and still was able to grab fruit and get to the next meeting. While I was still in that meeting my friend Christy called to say that the birthday girl had a child with an ortho issue and she was off to our favorite x-ray spot. What to do about our Afternoon Tea? Since it was paid for we decided to go and stall the server as long as we could in hopes that the birthday girl would get there. Thanks to most potential children’s broken bones happening at sleep away camp this time of year, Mary Lloyd was able to make tea only half an hour late so we enjoyed our naughty, but yummy celebration fully. It was a good thing because I had promised her that we would do a make-up tea if she missed this one and my thighs can only handle so many Afternoon Teas a year.

 

So now I’m walking and writing my blog rather than my magazine work. I just feel a little too bloated to write something nice about a wonderful person doing good work in the world. I do those stories much better when I’m feeling a little deprived. This is going to have to carry over to the already too busy tomorrow calendar.


Two Meals is Still Too Much

For a person who gets up every morning and weighs myself, does not eat white flour or sugar being in London is hard. Add to the hardship that I have lived here twice before for a total of over six years so I have some favorite foods that are best in Britain. Multiply the situation by the fact that the most fabulous breakfast is included in our hotel plan with full fat English yogurt and bright yellow yoked eggs all hard to resist, especially since I have already paid for it.

Then there is the problem of Afternoon tea. Tea is without a doubt the best meal ever invented and purely sinful and chocked with both flour and sugar, but so irresistible. To try and counteract the bad choices I may make on days like today when Carter and I are going to the theatre we are only eating breakfast and Afternoon tea, but even those two meals are equivalent to three days of eating back home. There is no way around it, I know I will pay dearly for this holiday, but oh, it is worth it.

I am not saying that all my choices have been bad. Last night Carter and I met my old colleague Paul for dinner and I had a prawn, crab and endive salad for dinner. When we went to Wagamamas, my very favorite noodle house where Russ and I used to eat every week, I had a salad and not my favorite Chili Ramen. But I also have had a bite of Carter’s fish and chips and all the food memories of living here come back.

One thing about a holiday is you need to cut yourself some slack without totally falling off the wagon, you just don’t want to be dragged behind it too far. So
two more days of less than perfect then locked in the dungeon of lettuce and chicken for me. I’m actually looking forward to my no choice cereal breakfast at home.


Mothering Sunday

When in London one can’t help but eat bread, or bread like products so I am taking a little break and not beating myself up if something with flour passes my lips. This confession is after the fact since I went to afternoon tea today with Carter and had not only tea sandwiches (oh so yummy), but also scones which are without a doubt one of the great gifts to human kind the British have given. But enough about my indulgences and now my bad mothering confession.

Afternoon tea is something Carter begs for too, but this being Mothering Sunday, the English version of Mother’s day, we should have made reservations earlier in the week. Being the mother that I am, I was able to talk our way into the sold out tea at the Kensington Hotel without actually embarrassing Carter.

After we were seated in the lovely dining room the service of tea and finger sandwiches began. Egg cress, smoked salmon, chicken salad, ham and chutney and cucumber fingers stacked neatly on our small plates gave us both great glee. Carter even discovered her love of English Breakfast tea. After the fingers a small digestif of mango Bellini sorbet was placed in front of us.

Carter took one tiny spoonful and announced it was alcoholic and the laughter began. “It’s good and I’m drunk,” Carter confessed between fits of giggles. “No wonder everybody wants to move to London so they can have tea everyday.”

I pointed out to her that between the cost and the calories no one is having tea everyday. But the happy effects of the Bellini lasted though the whole afternoon. Really it is too bad that it is against the law to give teenagers liquor because one small sip makes a very fun and happy traveling companion.

Tomorrow it’s back to fruit and salad. Tea is a treat if you only have it once in a while.

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