No Cheesecake at Cheesecake Factory
I woke up this morning at the crack of dawn. Literally. I have no idea why I was up so early on a Sunday but I figured I might as well head to the gym to be productive. I love being in the gym when it’s empty! So you can imagine my shock and irritation that there was already someone there and he had the TV blaring! I see this man often and I just want to beg him to buy some earphones already. But he’d probably report me to the Board for being rude or something and I’d get fined. My building hands out fines like they are going out of style. Ridiculous.
After the gym I made breakfast for Maya, took a shower, read her several books, did a load of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, dried my hair (an interminable process), and finally ate breakfast. Meanwhile, Ali took a shower and got dressed. And yes, that’s it.
Instead of getting snippy with each other we decided to go out to lunch with my parents. Since restaurant options near their house are pretty limited we decided to hit Cheesecake Factory in Redondo Beach. Despite the fact that the restaurant serves gargantuan portions and basically is a food factory, I still love it. The Redondo location is particularly beautiful because it is right on the Redondo harbor and our table had views of the water and the stunning yachts.
My supportive husband ordered bread for the table. I almost caved and had a piece slathered with butter. But somehow I managed to hold it together.
It helped that Maya decided she needed me to take her potty. Who knew that Maya’s frequent potty breaks could serve as a mechanism for carb control?
She dug right into her pasta when we returned:
Maya loves her carbs. So do I. But I was a good girl and had some protein instead (I didn’t eat much of the rice or any of the sauce):
One of these days I am going to be completely salmoned-out. But at least I didn’t order eggs.
Ali took care of that instead:
My mom had the French Country Salad:
She claims that she is the only person in our family who has no eating issues. She’s probably right.
I thought she looked particularly nice today:
As did my dad:
He decided not to order anything except a cappuccino he had serious issues with. That poor cappuccino went back and forth at least three times. And he still pronounced it a disaster.
I am excited that my dad is kicking off The Fat Flush Plan tomorrow. I know that he is going to stick with it!! (I know that he reads this, hence the cheerleading).
I was feeling particularly generous and ordered Maya an ice cream sundae as a surprise:
I got a spoon of chocolate sauce and a hug in return. I consider that a fair trade.
I also got a “You are the best Mama in the whole word.” Not sure if I believe her but it’s nice to pretend she means it anyway.
I had my usual decaf and Ali had a latte cappuccino. No lattes around here! Real men drink cappuccinos. Apparently they also wear Hello Kitty band aids. Nothing more manly than Hello Kitty band aids.
Afterwards we walked around the harbor for a bit and fed the ducks.
And now we are finally home. Maya says she feels sick…I was hopeful that we could get through the weekend without any vomit but it’s looking a lot less likely now.
Wish me luck.