And then in a flash they were gone...
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So, on Monday, Memorial Day, we started our day by searching for Crocs - those squishy shoes. My sister's heels had gotten so bad that band-aids didn't assuage the pain, so she was wearing her hubby's sandals, which were too big for her. I kept mentioning that we needed to buy her some shoes for her comfort; she kept protesting saying, "We need to go to lunch and begin our day, not get me some shoes that I don't need; these sandals are fine!" Needless to say, being the shoe whore that I've become, I insisted, and literally yanked her off the street into one of the first stores I noticed with a decent selection of Crocs. She tried them on and walked around the store, and ended up buying one pair - dark blue, which looked GREAT on her. She looked and felt comfortable, and that was most important for me for her. I also bought a pair of walking shoes by Merrell, which were really cool, but not nearly as cheap as the Crocs. My sister appreciated the Crocs later and she did thank me for making her buy them.
Within about another hour or so, we were lunching at Lombardi's Pizzeria - the oldest pizza joint in Manhattan / Little Italy. It was my sister's choice for her husband's favorite thing to eat - PIZZA. Thing is, Matt and I also LOVE pizza, but couldn't partake because of our diets. A couple of weeks ago at work, I had to watch others down a whole bunch of Chinese and Thai food that I denied myself because it was too caloric and here I was again. It was a mild form of torture to sit there and watch a deliciously looking pizza get eaten in front of me; I had a little slice of pepperoni and Matt and I are salads along with two pizza bread sticks and maranara sauce. That sufficed, but it kind of put me in a minor bad mood that I got over pretty quickly.
Then we started our trek to our next destinations for the day - Ellis Island. It didn't make sense for us to go to the Statue of Liberty, since the pictures we would take would be from the island and not of the island. Matt's head got pooped on by a seagull, which was REALLY funny. That happened to me years before at the beach, but that poop hit me on the side of the nose, which almost made me vomit.
We went to Ellis Island and had a great time. Beautiful day with lots of pictures, and it ended with dinner at another place where we couldn't really get in a good, filling meal - El Diablo, which serves Tex Mex. Matt and I got fajitas, and mine was a shrimp fajita. I will never order a shrimp fajita again. Not only were the shrimp fishy tasting, but I dropped one of the six I got on the plate. My dinner was unexpectedly lessened by a silly mishap. I got in an even worse mood just then because the only calories I could take in was in guacamole and chips - not my first choice, but at least there were some healthy fats.
By the time Matt and I got home, I discovered that even with two granola bars and something else pretty caloric during the day, my intake was less than 1500 calories, which made me mad! My limit is 2000, and if I go over that by 200 calories, I can still lose weight. Each day I had eaten something that I wanted, rather than something I had to eat because it contained the fewest calories. At both of the restaurants on Monday, I was restricted by my diet rather than having freedom within the menu to feel at ease about my diet. That was frustrating for me and became a blatant reminder of how much weight I still have to lose, which bordered on depressing.
The Ellis island day was a sad day mixed with some fun and excitement (never been there before). My diet restrictions, having to force my sister to buy shoes (she's starting to have my dad's martyr complex of "Oh, no, I simply couldn't do something good for myself."), and then saying good-bye to my sister before she even left NJ (they left on Tuesday while I was at work) clouded the beautiful day - at least in my mind. We had a great time the entire weekend, and then suddenly it was over. I kept thinking, "Did we talk about that? Yep. Did I mentioned this to her or show her and him that? Yup... done that, too." All in all, we had talked about everything, and we had shared everything I wanted to share with my sister and her husband. I was disappointed I didn't take them to a comedy club, or a show, or a play, but it seemed as though they didn't want to, or more likely, they hadn't planned on it. So, they had a good time, I know we all had good food... just wish we could have had a couple extra days more here...
Why does time fly faster as you get older the more fun you have?
So, on Monday, Memorial Day, we started our day by searching for Crocs - those squishy shoes. My sister's heels had gotten so bad that band-aids didn't assuage the pain, so she was wearing her hubby's sandals, which were too big for her. I kept mentioning that we needed to buy her some shoes for her comfort; she kept protesting saying, "We need to go to lunch and begin our day, not get me some shoes that I don't need; these sandals are fine!" Needless to say, being the shoe whore that I've become, I insisted, and literally yanked her off the street into one of the first stores I noticed with a decent selection of Crocs. She tried them on and walked around the store, and ended up buying one pair - dark blue, which looked GREAT on her. She looked and felt comfortable, and that was most important for me for her. I also bought a pair of walking shoes by Merrell, which were really cool, but not nearly as cheap as the Crocs. My sister appreciated the Crocs later and she did thank me for making her buy them.
Within about another hour or so, we were lunching at Lombardi's Pizzeria - the oldest pizza joint in Manhattan / Little Italy. It was my sister's choice for her husband's favorite thing to eat - PIZZA. Thing is, Matt and I also LOVE pizza, but couldn't partake because of our diets. A couple of weeks ago at work, I had to watch others down a whole bunch of Chinese and Thai food that I denied myself because it was too caloric and here I was again. It was a mild form of torture to sit there and watch a deliciously looking pizza get eaten in front of me; I had a little slice of pepperoni and Matt and I are salads along with two pizza bread sticks and maranara sauce. That sufficed, but it kind of put me in a minor bad mood that I got over pretty quickly.
Then we started our trek to our next destinations for the day - Ellis Island. It didn't make sense for us to go to the Statue of Liberty, since the pictures we would take would be from the island and not of the island. Matt's head got pooped on by a seagull, which was REALLY funny. That happened to me years before at the beach, but that poop hit me on the side of the nose, which almost made me vomit.
We went to Ellis Island and had a great time. Beautiful day with lots of pictures, and it ended with dinner at another place where we couldn't really get in a good, filling meal - El Diablo, which serves Tex Mex. Matt and I got fajitas, and mine was a shrimp fajita. I will never order a shrimp fajita again. Not only were the shrimp fishy tasting, but I dropped one of the six I got on the plate. My dinner was unexpectedly lessened by a silly mishap. I got in an even worse mood just then because the only calories I could take in was in guacamole and chips - not my first choice, but at least there were some healthy fats.
By the time Matt and I got home, I discovered that even with two granola bars and something else pretty caloric during the day, my intake was less than 1500 calories, which made me mad! My limit is 2000, and if I go over that by 200 calories, I can still lose weight. Each day I had eaten something that I wanted, rather than something I had to eat because it contained the fewest calories. At both of the restaurants on Monday, I was restricted by my diet rather than having freedom within the menu to feel at ease about my diet. That was frustrating for me and became a blatant reminder of how much weight I still have to lose, which bordered on depressing.
The Ellis island day was a sad day mixed with some fun and excitement (never been there before). My diet restrictions, having to force my sister to buy shoes (she's starting to have my dad's martyr complex of "Oh, no, I simply couldn't do something good for myself."), and then saying good-bye to my sister before she even left NJ (they left on Tuesday while I was at work) clouded the beautiful day - at least in my mind. We had a great time the entire weekend, and then suddenly it was over. I kept thinking, "Did we talk about that? Yep. Did I mentioned this to her or show her and him that? Yup... done that, too." All in all, we had talked about everything, and we had shared everything I wanted to share with my sister and her husband. I was disappointed I didn't take them to a comedy club, or a show, or a play, but it seemed as though they didn't want to, or more likely, they hadn't planned on it. So, they had a good time, I know we all had good food... just wish we could have had a couple extra days more here...
Why does time fly faster as you get older the more fun you have?
