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.
Mission: Accomplished.
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?


