Thursday, April 18, 2013
Today the dreaded day came. I have been faithful for 14 days to eating healthier and exercising. My husband came home from work and said, "Let's go out to eat." He wanted to go to our little Irish pub. I say "our" because it is truly a place where "everybody knows your name." Since the kitchen isn't much bigger than a large bathroom, the menu is limited. Awesome food, but limited. Plus, they make these incredible chips with tasty dipping sauce and we always order a whole basket of them for an appetizer. I had to figure out how to do this without being obsessive and making my husband feel guilty. I ended up ordering a grilled chicken salad with about 10 chips nicely laid out around the edge. Sorry, I ate them and I had one beer. But...before I would have had the basket and two beers, so...not quite as bad as I had envisioned. I found the trickiest thing to dining out is trying to figure out the calories in the meal. At home I have much more control over that. Oh, and then I came home and worked out for over an hour. Previously, I would have come home and watched TV. Not a great day, but didn't totally blow it, I hope.