23 Years and Counting!!
I am reminded every time I go to happy hour with friends just how much I am addicted to good food. At one of my favorite Greek restaurants on Friday, Greek-style lasagna was the happy hour specialty. I could have ordered meatballs, but the lasagna sounded so much better. It was a toss-up between the lasagna and mussels. Of course, I opted for the lasagna simply because I starve myself of bread, pasta and other heavy carb meals all week long. Not only was the lasagna magnificent, but the owner/waitress of the restaurant brought me a side order of mussels as well. I proceeded to eat it all. I was having a mind-blowing, orgasmic food experience and I didn't want it to end. I was hungry, and the food was consoling my taste buds.
As I waddled out of the restaurant, I vowed never to do that again -- but, of course, I will and I know I will. Why do I keep trying to fool myself. It's a good thing it was only happy hour. The portions are small, so I didn't eat as much as I could have. They were also relatively expensive compared to many of the happy hours I go to. Happy hours keep me from overeating, but they doesn't keep me from opting for foods that aren't good on a diet. I eat enough rabbit food when I'm home; I don't want it when I go out to eat. I indulge in single portion wood fired pizzas, juicy lamb burgers, halibut fish and chips, a couple glasses of wine - need I say more. Of course, I don't do this every day, but I do go to happy hour a couple of times a week - certainly enough times to derail any diet.
I will, however, get up tomorrow morning and start the dieting process all over again. Maybe I'll lose a couple of pounds before I go to my next couple of happy hours and gain it all back. Maybe if I spent a month or two hiking the Pacific Crest Trail I could take it all off. I'm pretty sure I have to be kept completely away from restaurants, friends, grocery stores and any other temptation that might befall me. Wilderness hiking sounds like to good bet except for protein bars and water.