Cracker Hell

I generally don't ever regret eating out or "splurging" as a celebration but yesterday...ugh.

WBF's birthday was yesterday and we took the day off work to celebrate. Met up at a favorite coffee shop for lattes and pastries. No regrets there because both were delish and we had a nice long gab sesh in the process. Then we went to the next town over for some shopping, which was fun, and while there, WBF wanted to eat at Cracker Barrell. She'd been talking nonstop for nearly two months about wanting to eat there for her birthday. I'm not a huge fan of Cracker Barrell--I think it's highly overrated in the south--but it was her birthday so I was all in.

They got my order wrong, the services was slow, but because it had taken so long to even get our food (45 minutes) I was getting hangry so I just ate what they brought me. What they brought me was half of a fried chicken. As in, four pieces of all meat colors, fried. Plus two sides. And once I finally got the biscuits I asked for (they initially brought me cornbread which I don't like. Ugh.) they brought me three biscuits. And because I was so hungry, I ate almost all of it. I did leave a biscuit and a half, and three bites of the cornbread dressing. But I ate all four pieces of the chicken and hated myself for it. The gravy was bland, the chicken was just all right, the dressing was just alright, the biscuits were so-so, and the hash brown casserole wasn't anything to write home about. But I was so hungry that I ate it all, even though I didn't really enjoy it. And that's the kind of overindulgence that makes me mad.

If I'm going to over eat, I at least like to enjoy it.

Sigh

Anyway, I didn't eat supper last night because I wasn't hungry, so there's that little tidbit of impulse control. I drank a ton of water, though, because all that salt had me thirsty. Which brings me to the worst part--the bloating I was grappling with last week is back in a big way and I feel miserable. Ugh. All that greasy, sodium filled food. I look like I'm at least 2 years pregnant and feel gross and unwieldy. 

So, yeah. Cracker Hell. 

Fingers crossed for a healthier unbloated weekend.