So, yeah...I’m still on this low-carb diet thing. It’s been said the second week is always easier, but I’ll have to get back to you on that as I’m not buying it. I will, however, share that the Diet Devil did visit during my first weekend and presented the opportunity for a diet sin. This is my confession...
It all started when the Husband and I found ourselves on that rare occasion without children. My extremely fantastic mother-in-law wanted to take them to lunch and shopping for the day. She gives the wee-ones an opportunity to buy presents for their parents, compliments of grandma. Mom and dad are free for the day and score loot, it's a win-win.
Those of you with kids know that if we are fortunate to spend the WHOLE day without our offspring, we relish every single minute. Yes, we love them and can’t live without them...yada, yada - but we don’t have sitters or a nanny. That’s right, they go with us everywhere - always. And, keep in mind this is completely different from when they're in school all day, that doesn't count. If I had to describe the feeling, it’s almost as if you’ve been launched into a portal to the time before you had children, armed with the knowledge that one day it will all be gone. Enjoy your freedom childless-ones...enjoy your freedom.
The first thing we did as we drove away smiling was run down the list of where we were going to have lunch. I feigned shock as I kind of intended to stay on the diet. We all know restaurants don't cater to the low-carb dieter, unless you're one of the Sally Albright types (you know who you are). The Husband scoffed and reminded me of our golden opportunity to go to a place the kids would hate to eat, or to a place the kids would be envious.
We chose envy.
I'm pretty sure that the Diet Devil had taken the form of my husband because his choices were:
There may have been more, but my mind was whirling. It could have been the low blood-sugar. We didn’t decide right away as it was a bit overwhelming (remember we don’t get out much and had been dieting for a week), besides we had recently had breakfast, eggs, yet again. We opted to do some shopping for the Christmas presents as we were way behind, however, we eventually got to the point where a decision had to be made.
It was literally a magical moment when we looked at each other and said aloud, in perfect harmony, our choice. It was as if we were one when the word "Fuddruckers" sang through the air. We didn’t choose it because the kids would be most angry at about our choice, that was just a bonus. I will admit that I felt the diet guilt setting in as I perused the menu, even thinking I might skip the wedge fries that I would douse with processed cheese with the simple press of a button. I'm kidding, of course.
It may surprise you to learn that we, the Husband and I, always split the ⅔ pound burger and fries when we go to Fuddruckers. We decided to stick to that plan, with the only hesitation being whether we should chose the one pounder instead. Hey, the bun would be 40 carbs either way! Yes, I looked it up. Diet Devil wasn’t going to completely overtake me.
And then, there it was, my half of a medium-rare delicious burger with only a little bit of cheese (I was thwarted at the free processed cheese machine, it was running low). The burger was still amazing. The bun was so very soft, buttery and sinfully delicious. I am proud to say I only had 2.5 wedge fries. Who says I don’t have self-control?
All in all, I only went 10 carbs over my, again, self-imposed 20 carb-per-day, two-week diet. But, I knocked out almost all the kid’s gifts. See how that balances out? The odd thing is that I left Fuddruckers completely satisfied and without feeling like I ate too much. See what being good all week gets ya?
My punishment? Gaining a pound back from the five I lost. I totally mislead you to believe I don’t pay attention to the pounds I lose, only inches. I lied. Sorry.
Damn Diet Devil.
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