Fifty days ago, on Day 17, I went out to eat for dinner. And tonight, I went out again. Oddly, I dined with the same friend in the same restaurant. But after 67 days on my new eating plan, my perspective was markedly different.
Last time, I ate a salad (that was pretty unremarkable) and brought my own dressing along. I drank water with my meal and was happy to escape without indulging in the chips and salsa. Tonight, I ate the chips and salsa, drank a margarita, and ordered the portobello mushroom fajitas. Three flour tortillas, sizzling veggies with a sweet and hot "voodoo" sauce, pico di gallo, guacamole and lettuce. No meat, no dairy, but definitely some fat.
So, how do I feel? Not guilty. If I only go out to eat once every 50 days, I can afford to eat like this when I do. But now that I'm home, I am feeling some odd rumblings in my tummy. And I'm very sleepy. It was such a treat that it was well worth the extra fat that came along with the meal. I figure I ate about 25 grams of fat between the flour tortillas, the grilled veggies and the guacamole. That's just over half of what someone on a 1500 calorie diet would get to enjoy. So, overall, I came out it pretty well. Fifty days from now, I'll be on day 117. It will be almost the end of April and spring will be here! A perfect occassion to celebrate completing almost a third of my year! I'm looking forward to it. In fact, I can hardly wait!
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