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diet diary, part 2

so the battle with the bulge continues. i'm actually becoming used to the pace, although for some reason my stomach still seems to think it needs far more food than it actually does.

week days, when eating is more of a functional than a festive activity, are fairly easy to cope with. weekends are a challenge, especially living in a city that has as many good restaurants as toronto. i'm not restricting myself to the home, but i am finding that i have to pay careul attention when i go out. last night, i overindulged on injera atthe ethiopian house. injera (the soft, moist, spongy bread that serves as food and cutlery in ethiopian cuisine) makes food fun by forcing you to eat with your fingers. it's hard to exercise restraint in such conditions.

when i first moved to toronto, i was expecting to find it much as i remembered it from years ago- with a dearth of good eating places. apparently, things have changed. there are great places to eat just about every kind of food you've ever imagined (and some you probably haven't) all over the city, with new ones opening all the time. i've already blogged about caju and the allure of brazilian cuisine. or if that's too run of the mill for you, you could try banu, the improbable-sounding retro iranian vodka bar that's just opened on queen street (try the lamb and one of thetir appetizer yogurts). there are tapas restaurants everywhere, since tapas are apparently the new sushi, but torito won me over with particularly scrumptious gambas al ajillo (shrimp with garlic and, in this case, a little smoky saffron for extra flavour).

i'm not into to making myself miserable to get a smaller waistline, so i have been letting myself out to enjoy the varied snacks that the city as to offer. i'm just trying to make sure that i don't eat myself into a coma.

there are a couple of things that have disappeared entirely from my diet. i have not had any type of deep fried food in weeks, although i've been tempted a couple of times. i also have pretty much eliminated any type of sweets and, to my eternal surprise, it's the one thing i don't particularly miss. for everything i've heard about the addictiveness of sugar, i've discovered that i have a much harder time turning down the opportunity to go for a new, intriguing type of cuisine than i do turning down an offer of free pastries. (i know this because i've had to cope with free pastry offers three times at the office in the last couple of weeks. including a massive box of doughnuts pressed under my nose when i was very hungry.)

the payback for my temperance? twice this week, i've put on skirts that used to pinch a little at the waist to discover they are magically more comfortable. i haven't dropped a lot, but it's enough that, for the first time, i can feel it.

the plan is working.

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Alright, you realise that this puts you in charge of dining on the weekend... last time, the choice was... unfortunate. So your city, you pick :D
Oh, and congrats on the loss.

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