Not According to Plan
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sometimes, no matter how hard we try or how much we plan, we have one of those days where things just don't go exactly the way we expected.
Take today for example. This morning, I gave half of my lunch to a homeless man. Little did he know, I'm sure, just how important my lunch was to me. I don't even have to go into my "interesting" relationship with food - the fact that I somehow equate the items in my lunches to small pieces of my soul - to know that giving up anything out of that bag hurt just a little bit. It also hurt my plans for my day - my lunch items all carefully counted out to ensure that I meet my daily nutrient requirements and calorie intake. But he clearly needed the food, as he took it from me and immediately rushed away to stuff his mouth with my Frigo Light String Cheese. Not exactly what I had planned for my day, but not to worry because I still know I'm on track for breakfast.
Every Thursday I get a ham, egg & cheese breakfast sandwich and fresh brewed iced tea from Starbucks. I have dreams about this sandwich. I can taste it the minute I roll out of bed with it's doughy, Brioche bun and sweet, salty ham and cheese. My friendly, neighbourhood Starbucks has been out of these little babies all week. Their regular morning order has been hijacked this week and none of the supervisors can figure out what's going on (I get the daily dish from them every morning). But today - TODAY, they were sure that their order was arriving as planned. Not the case. They were out of sandwiches. ALL sandwiches. I couldn't even switch up my order and get an egg and sausage muffin. I about cried at the counter...I hadn't eaten before I left home, so now I was forced to make a decision between going somewhere else (McDonald's is about the only other breakfast option in my neighbourhood) or ordering something else from that glass case of ooey, gooey, decadent, sugary DEATH to my daily nutrition tracker. I opted for a plain bagel (they didn't have any multigrain left) and cream cheese (regular, because they no longer carry light). Ugh. This day is for the dogs. Not enough protein this morning and an hour after my bagel, my stomach is rumbling for the half of the lunch that I have left.
Can I hold out hope that dinner might be fairly normal? Not a chance. I got a last minute "change of plans" email yesterday from the director of my new show. We're meeting the cast at the Art Institute tonight to spend some quality time with the painting on which our musical is based (we're doing 'Sunday In The Park With George' which is loosely based on the life of the painter Georges Seurat while he painted his pointillist masterpiece "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte"). Afterward - drinks and dinner at some place downtown. Oh joy, oh bliss - an unexpected weekly expense for my pocketbook AND my meal plan. It's just not in the cards - today I am not going to win.
But I'm not giving up! I'm only one meal in to my day. I still have half a lunch. And the extra calories saved from my donation to the poor this morning will allow me a beverage with dinner if I so choose. I'll opt for whatever is healthy on the menu and all will not be lost. I can save this pimple of a day! It's just going to take a little cover-up action and no one will ever know. So it wasn't part of the plan, but this is just how I'm gonna have to roll. And I can dig that.