Food should not be a crisis. The brilliant and insightful (and cute and skinny) Laurie said that once. And it's so true. As somebody who's been accused of having the potential to develop food issues (not of the overeating kind), I have tried to incorporate that way of thinking into my approach to eating.
But sometimes it is a crisis. Sometimes I get a screwball hurled at me when I was expecting a breaking ball. Like last night. I have traveled enough with this new lifestyle that it doesn't freak me out anymore. I know how to eat healthy on the road. I just have to put down my foot that some things are not an option. Like trying to find dinner at the gas station convenience store. Or In 'N' Out Burger. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I'll never have another In 'N' Out Burger or disgusting roadside hot dog. But not often. And when I'll be facing a week full of situations where the food preparation will be out of my control and not something I can have prepared a specific way, I reserve the right to be insistent upon going to places where I can make healthy choices. Actually, I've EARNED that right. Or so I thought. And you'd think travelling with somebody who became a Lifetime Weight Watchers member, that wouldn't be such a challenge, right? (Well, when said person got to Lifetime by dieting and not making lifestyle changes, I can assure you, it's a problem.) And yet, I have been very specific about what I need.
So after getting off the plane, hungry and tired and heading out to the mean freeways of Los Angeles, we decide we are both hungry and need dinner. My request?
"Somewhere that I can get a salad." First suggestion: gas station. Um....no. So we get off the highway in Inglewood. Yeah, for those of you not familar with Los Angeles, I'll just say it was not where I'd tell anybody to go at night wandering around like you don't know where you're going. I tried to warn my mother. Anyway, long story short, she's starting to freak and the first and only thing we see is Del Taco.
Not familar with the Del Taco menu? For a diehard Corebie, food became an immediate crisis. (Editor's note: I'm sticking my tongue out at the thought of my Weight Watchers Leader reading this and seeing me refer to myself as a Corbie..hehe)
There is no healthy option. And don't talk to me about the taco salad being a healthy option....please.
So what did I have for dinner? Water. Yup. Water. I was going to a Weight Watchers meeting the next morning and frankly I ddin't want to eat any of that garbage and bloat up like a Macy's Thanksgiving Parade float. I was already puffy from being on the plane.
I'm kinda proud of the fact that I have a panic attack at the idea of eating complete garbage. I'm less proud of the fact that I apparently don't know how to assert myself. (Although honestly I'm not sure how much more specific "I want to go where I can get a salad" can be. But whatever. That's a whole other post.
And as a side note, I worked out this morning in front of two men. And they didn't laugh. Nor did I spontaneously combust. Hehe.