Enjoyed this Irish holiday, but paid the price...

Monday, March 17, 2014

I woke this morning before my alarm went off.  Thank God - three days in a row of the alarm (now that I'm 'retired') would have been just enough to drive me crazy.  Okay, crazier than I already am.  Smartasses.

I met Josh for lunch, and we had a good visit as we ate.  I had a double cheeseburger with tomato and onion only, as I always do at Wendy's, and made a chili my side instead of fries.  Wendy's chili is good, which in Rita-talk means Not Spicy, and a much better choice than fries.  See, I'm learning!  Nothing beats a good, hot order of fries, though!  Just so you know...

After Josh went back to work, I went on down to Walgreen's and got Ron's prescription, then came back to WalMart and got a WalMart Walk in.  I meant to buy Ron some bananas while I was in the store, but I forgot, so I guess he won't get his potassium this week.  Maybe I'll go to my TOPS meeting early tomorrow night and get some bananas at IGA.  Maybe.  IF I remember to.  I did walk up and down all the food aisles, but didn't walk all the way across the back of the store - I only walked halfway across, then up to the front, and then left.  It was still a WalMart Walk, and it was still my exercise for the day.  I've got to get off my lazy ass and get moving again - it's Spring!  Why am I not more interested in moving around more?  I am so close to a personal goal!  I was within ONE pound, but now have gained again and now have a fight on my hands (and the rest of my body, too) again.  I've got to do this!!  I've got to!!  I've got to!!  <beats head>

On my way home, I'm not sure why, I thought that a meatloaf sounded good for supper.  So, when I got here, I went and got hamburger out of the freezer and defrosted it in the microwave.  After a few minutes, I started smelling hamburger cooking, and wondered 'what the...?'  Defrosting meat doesn't make it smell like it's cooking...oh, shit, did I hit the DEFROST button??  If you felt a minor earthquake this afternoon, it was me jumping up and running into the kitchen then!  Yep, I had forgotten to put the microwave on DEFROST and .... ugh, I'm sure you get the picture.
I am so lucky that the plastic and the styrofoam bottom did not melt.  Usually, on defrost, the microwave will stop halfway through the time (I assume to turn the stuff over) and I had a big enough mess to clean up with grease everywhere after I moved that cooked hamburger to the side.  I went and got another pack of hamburger out of the freezer and really, truly defrosted it.  After the other hamburger cooled down a little, I put it in a baggie and then in the fridge, so I can use it in a meal later.  Maybe chili or something like that.

I put the meatloaf (which I made with Italian salad dressing this time, just to see how it would do) in the oven at quarter after six.  When Ron got home just a few minutes later, I gave him the choice of baked potatoes or mashed potatoes.  His answer?  "They're both good."  Men!  Since he didn't give me a decent answer, or peel potatoes, I made the baked potatoes in the microwave (I love that potato sack!) and supper was done before his shower was over.  I had also made a can of corn, so we had a full meal.
Might not have been the traditional Irish meal, but we're not your traditional Irish people, now are we?

The meat loaf was really good!  Very tasty, and very, very moist.  It's a pound and a half or so of hamburger (one of the 5-for-$20 packs) and I used - oh, just less than half a bottle of Italian Dressing, a sleeve of crackers, and one egg in the hamburger.  I think I'll be doing that again - I liked it MUCH better than using ketchup or BBQ in the meatloaf, and Ron told me about ten times that it was good.

During the afternoon, seeing that this is/was St. Patrick's Day, and what should all good Irish - or Irish-American - girls do?  Have a drink!  I decided I could do this.  After all, I'm home for day.  I opened myself a Mike's Hard Strawberry Lemonade, and settled at the pute to enjoy it, and the rest of the day.
I took a swig of it every now and then, and finally finish it right before ten.  TEN!!!  Yep, I put all good Irish drinkers to shame, don't I? God, I'm pathetic.

So, needless to say, between Wendy's for lunch, Mike's Hard Lemonade, and a good supper, I was over on my calories.  Not by much - less than 200 - but still over.  I was not surprised.  If I hadn't had the Mike's, I would have been just about even.  Ah, well.  I paid the price, and I enjoyed the dance first!