Have you ever noticed that some weeks are so fraught with peril (food-wise) that you don't know if you are going to survive them? Serious eaters, this week was one of those seven day periods chock full of caloric minefields. Consider these:
Friday night we went out with friends to one of my favorite neighborhood restaurants, Telepan. I ordered carefully, but the kitchen ended up sending out calzones, housemade pierogis, and a plate of seriously delicious cookies.
Two seders on Monday and Tuesday filled with matzo ball soup, charoset, gefilte fish, brisket, macaroons, flourless chocolate cake.
Two review meals on Wednesday and Thursday filled with calorie-laden comfort foods of every stripe imaginable: cheeseburgers, grilled cheese, tater tots, tacos, ribs, chicken wings.
A Slice Corner review featuring three different pizzerias on Eighth Avenue between 30th and 31st Street. On top of that, intern Chris brought in three slices from a really solid place in Morris Park in the Bronx.
Kenji brought in three lamb preparations on Thursday. Then Thursday night we went to a screening of the first two episodes of the new season of Treme, which was of course followed by a huge spread featuring short ribs and roast chicken.
Trouble city, right, serious eaters? It could have been a give-up and give-in week. But I couldn't, so I didn't. I don't know how it's going to turn out, but I certainly didn't throw in the proverbial pizza-stained towel.
Nope, I hung in there. I got on Thinner every day to face the possible consequences of the day before. I don't think I am going to lose any weight this week, but sometimes you can feel triumphant in not giving in and giving up.
Okay, here we go: 226. Same as last week. Given the potential damage that could have been wrought this past week, I'll take it. Sometimes you don't have to lose to win.