DH and I went on a trip with all the church folks yesterday. The church folks who know I'm working really hard to change my lifestyle. The church folks who've been watching what I'm eating at every meal. The ones who offered to distract He-who-trains at a mexican restaurant so that I could eat chips and salsa. (They cleary don't know about his ability to know things without seeing them. He's worse than a parent, with eyes in the back of his head. He doesn't even need eyes. He just knows.) The ones who were unimpressed with my lunch of Greek Yogurt and a banana the other day-- and vowed that if that's what it took, then they weren't interested in losing weight. But I said (and meant), "I don't eat much differently than I did. That's probably what I would've had for lunch anyway. I eat the things I like. I just make sure that I eat the right amount of things. And then, there are some things that I don't eat."
I knew it was going to be interesting spending the day with them, and trying to show that I could eat well. We were prepared for the difficulty of eating not one meal out, but two. We cringed as we stopped a "Southern" restaurant... after all, that is not typically a place where it is easy to eat well. ( Don't misunderstand. I love Paula Deen, and cried when she found out she had Diabetes. I'm not opposed to southern cooking that uses a stick of butter per dish.) But we navigated that well, and each had a smoked pork chop. I enjoyed it, and didn't feel a bit sad that I wasn't having any of the cornbread or things dripping in butter.
But, later, when DH and I were shopping alone, we stopped at Chick-fil-a. I was a tracking super-star so I knew exactly how many calories I had left. I knew that despite He-who-trains advice to take a splurge meal, that I hadn't. I knew that I could reasonably eat a small thing of nuggets without splurging, and did. But the thing that seemed splurge-worthy was a peppermint chocolate chip shake. After all, that's been a Christmas tradition for a few years. (And um, not just one during Decemeber--but you know, after I'd been shopping strenuously. After I'd put up Christmas decorations. After I'd gotten a haircut. After I got out of bed. You know, only when it was really deserved.) But this time, I wanted to know exactly how bad the splurge was. So I looked it up on my handy app and was completely appalled by what I found. 850 calories?? I knew it was bad... but bad in my mind was more like 400 calories. I had no idea...
I sent a picture to He-who-trains, and even though he advocates a splurge once a week, I think he might have actually stapled my lips closed if I had eaten it. I could feel the look through the phone. Apparently, spending 850 calories to get 16 grams of protein is not justifiable.
So, what do I eat? Well, I ate just like I did. Except that I don't eat (er...drink) milkshakes from Chick-fil-a.