Yesterday I was waaay tired. I got in on Tuesday night (Wednesday morning) at 1:45 a.m., got into bed at 2 a.m. and was up at 7 a.m. to go to work. Last night was an early night.
Right now, I just want to talk about something I've noticed in myself--something I really like--that came out very strongly during my trip:
I've become a picky eater. If it doesn't taste fantastic, it's not worth eating.
I was staying at a 4-star hotel in the Dominican Republic. There was food everywhere, really everywhere: by the 11 (yes, 11!) pools, down the long hallways, by the beach. Everywhere. And without exception, it was tasteless, mediocre, or just fair. It looked great: lots of colour, lots of vegetables, salads, fish. Everything looked really fresh, but honestly, it was mostly quite tasteless. Even the desserts lacked finesse. They were either overly sweet or grainy or...just not worth eating.
So I walked a lot, ate moderately and had a total of one glass of wine (2 half glasses) and 1 2/3 sweet alcoholic drinks by the pool. I swam a bit, read a lot, enjoyed the sound of the waves as I lay on a deck chair by the ocean, did a smidgen of yoga and of course, worked.
Yesterday, I worked at a fairly swanky hotel downtown. The client provided a buffet lunch...and it wasn't all that good. I didn't eat much. It just wasn't worth it.
Me, a picky eater? I'm shocked. And yes, pleased too.
On the other hand, if you give me really good tasting food, yes, I do have to impose moderation on myself! I will never stop loving food--but it has to be good food, well prepared!
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