You’ll probably hear a lot of “Whitney word inventions” on this here blog. When I can’t find an acceptable word that describes what I’m thinking, I make one up. Y’all stay posted for when the 1st Edition of “Whitney Blathers Aimlessly About Nothing Dictionary” (or WBAAND for short) hits the shelves. I’m aiming for a release date in the year 2049 (fingers crossed!) Mark yer calendars, folks!
So, since I’ve banished the word “die”t and no one else has come up with a suitable word to describe what I’m doing, I came up with calorizing! It’s sort of like a conglomeration of calories, downsizing, and exercising all rolled up into a tiny little ball… if it were any cuter, I’d have to tie a bow around it and call it thumpers! Now to come up with the definition… downsizing calorie intake while still eating chocolate and moving more… and then eating more chocolate! Y’all… stamp that sold and send it to the printer!
Now that I’m calorizing, restaurants have become trickier, but not impossible… gracious providence, no. Save up my calories by eating sensibly during the day, and I can splurge a little at night (and if you exercise at some point during restaurant day, you have those extra exercise calories, see… and my Kindergarten teacher wanted to hold me back a year!) Tonight, I cleaned up the mother and we headed to dinner. After 45 minutes of the following conversation:
Indecisive Madre: Where do you want to go to dinner?
Indecisive Whitney: I don’t know… where do you want to go to dinner?
Indecisive Madre: How about… I don’t know… where do you want to go?
You get the picture… them indecisive genes that woman provided really do stick! We finally ran out of gas in the parking lot of “Firehouse Pizzeria,” so that made the decision for us. Thank goodness for small gas tanks or we might have made it to the McDonald’s in Washington D.C.
After finally picking the place, the menu selection had to be easier, right!? Thankfully, the menu writers provided me with a handy dandy tool:
See that fancy little heart in the bottom middle… that’s pretty much a win for we calorizers!
I finally settled on a selection with a little heart AND a little fire next to it… does that mean it guarantees heartburn (bwahahahahaha… I slay me)? Only time will tell. Marinated Pinoli Pasta… no heavy creams, meat, or cheese overload, so guaranteed to be lower in the calorie department. I also had to indulge and order some of the cheese foccacia… because, seriously… it’s a crime to go to Firehouse Pizzeria and walk out without the Foccacia!
I gotta say… heartburn aside, I did enjoy my heart healthy meal. While it was still more calories than I’d normally eat for a dinner, you gotta enjoy the LONG journey and splurge every once in a while… keeps you somewhat sane (family… you can keep the when were you ever sane comments to yourselves!)
As I was walking out of the restaurant, I had to snap a picture of what my order would have been 3 years ago:
Yes… that does say 36 inches… Yes, that does say MONSTER pizza… and yes, you do get free pizza for a year if you and a friend can eat the whole dang thing! We Americans do not have a problem… goodness gracious, no… what gave you that idea!? Meanwhile… I wonder how many years that thing would last in the freezer… if I ate a piece a day, I could still calorize and eat my pizza too!
Question of the Day: What is your biggest challenge when “calorizing” at restaurants?