… or it’s good to not be full or it’s not good to be too full, however you want to think about it.
I went out to dinner tonight and ordered a sensible appetizer, and a moderate entree, tried a few things off other people’s plates and finished up the night without dessert.
After consuming maybe 1/3 to 1/2 the food I normally would at a dinner out I was not full — and by not full, I mean, my eyeballs were still firmly planted in my eyesockets and not bulging out. I was certainly not hungry. I came home and finished my strength training for the day, something I never could have managed after one of my usual restaurant dinners.
