o sole mio sushi

Saturday, we slept in forever: 10:30am. I can’t even remember the last time we did that. It was a good, good morning.

And so, later, I was feeling in love and expansive in my food choices — what worries of food when you have a great man?

The drug of choice was Mio Sushi, who serves the best sushi in Portland that I have found so far. This is the giant plate we ordered together and it was fabulous. For the record, we didn’t finish the whole plate. Also, I ate slower than I usually do which I took to be an auspicious sign…I even drank an entire two glasses of water which I hardly ever do.

I told myself when I started this project that I wouldn’t filter my internal processes — the idea was to create a judgment-free zone where I could simply observe the food I was eating and my emotional reactions to it. But I am finding that it is difficult not to be embarrassed — I mean, look at how much I notice what, how, when, why I eat what I eat. It’s hard not to escape the conclusion that I am seriously neurotic…which, you know, I pretty much knew already.

rib talk

so, ribs. and greens and cornbread and cole slaw and deviled eggs — down homey and sauced up.

I didn’t get a photo. I felt, um, a bit awkward explaining to all the dinner guests that I was working through my myriad of food and body issues by taking a photo of everything that I am eating and posting it on a web log. Call me insane, but I thought that wouldn’t go down so well with this hip crowd. The good news is that I didn’t eat very much because by the time we sat down, I had already downed two and a half glasses of a stiff mix of Jack Daniels and SevenUp. The bad news is that I am pretending that somehow alcohol doesn’t really count as fuel because you drink it and it’s fat-free — it’s practically Jenny Craig!!