This weekend I went down to Bethesda and Washington DC to spend some time with my husband. I did not know how much I would get to see him because his schedule can be crazy, but we actually were able to spend some quality time together—Woohoo!
I missed this guy!
Another motivation for this trip down to Bethesda, is the fact that there is a high possibility that we will be spending the next 5+ years here. The Naval hospital has an ideal pediatric neurology position for him...so chances are we will most likely be there. Last year I had an awful first experience in Bethesda, thus the mission of this weekend was to fall in love with the city.
We had an awesome weekend. Bethesda is super cute and has an amazingly active community. They have tons of farmer’s markets, walking/running paths, and a great overall vibe! That part of the trip went well.
I also loved Washington DC. The last time I was there was my 8th grade class trip, so this was an incredibly awesome experience. DC is a wonderful town!
We stayed at the Fairmont DC.
It was perfection. It smelled like a spa. They served you lemon-infused water upon check-in and the room was spectacular.
Chase and I grabbed dinner, where he proceeded to take poorly-timed pictures of me. Awkward.
After a lovely meal we walked several blocks down to the White House. How cool is that?!
While I did not feel like we did a lot of walking, by the end of the day we had racked up 9 miles—WOW! I could get used to walking-friendly city living!
When we woke up this morning we went on a run to the Lincoln Memorial. It was so much fun. Also, I am one of those crazy people who LOVE running stairs, so running up those steps was amazing!
The problem with this trip was that I had a hard time eating 100% paleo. While I fully embrace the whole 80/20 perspective, my stomach really does not. I felt lousy this weekend.
I dipped into the bread basket, and I paid for it big time.
We had several meals with some of Chase’s new friends, and I suddenly felt a great deal of pressure to “fit in” with their food choices. When they wanted to share dessert, or passed me the bread basket I instantly morphed into a shy and insecure middle schooler willing to do anything to “go with the flow.” What the heck? I was so frustrated with myself when I was doubled over in pain. I am an ADULT. I can choose to eat and not eat whatever I want.
And then, when my stomach was dying, I suddenly became overcome with a terrible shadow from my past, the "I already fell of the bandwagon, nothing else matters now" attitude. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed my frosting shot from Sprinkles Cupcakery.
Sadly, deliciousness is temporary; a spastic colon is forever. I paid dearly for this mistake.
While I am now back on the saddle again, I am still paying for my dietary indiscretions. It seems like the farther I get into paleo (and the better I feel), the worse my body feels when I have a gluten/dairy interaction. I am headed home to Kentucky at the end of the week, and I am already trying to mentally prepare to bring my Paleo A-game!
Any advice on how to stay the course with tricky dietary preferences? Do you ever feel food peer-pressure around friends?