Ok--I don't want this to be a yadda, yadda, I eat nothing but soy curd, sprouts and organic Beans kind of post, but what the hell. I'll throw caution to the wind and share. Tonight I went to that dark, secret dungeon of hell--a restaurant (!) with my family. I was starving, and even a sleeved celiac has desires that the menu was ready to satisfy. Burgers, juicy, heaped with cheese and bacon on a gluten-free bun. Gluten free pizza, gluten free chicken tenders (NO WAY!) I couldn't decide.
I have been telling myself that occasional dalliances with naughty food would be OK, if I could stay within my calorie range and keep my carbs reasonable. But I've been staying away from all types of pork and beef and cheese. I need to cut my saturated fat. I keep telling myself all this important nutritional stuff, but did I mention I was starving?
Here's what I did. I went to the bathroom, turned around and checked out my back fat. Yep, back fat. I have it, it's ugly, and man, those florescent lights taunted me, "GIRL! You don't look as good as you think you look. Now waddle away!" I grabbed a love handle and wagged it at myself in the mirror. It jiggled back like fleshy white Jello. So back to the table I slumped, defeatedly. And I ordered a hummus plate, no pita! (That's my pitiful triumph, feel free to applaud...)
My kids and husband ordered deep-fried avocado fries, macaroni and cheese pizza (that's pizza with macaroni and cheese on top) and buffalo wings. And I ate celery, carrots and hummus. Uh huh. I know.
Anyone else have restaurant triumphs or tales of woe to share?