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Originally Posted by BlueToBlue
My biggest problem is getting back on plan when I've been off plan. When I eat out for lunch or dinner, I have gotten into a really bad habit of going off plan for the rest of the day (good thing I never eat breakfast out--the whole day would be shot
). The problem is that I don't count the calories in the off-plan meal because it's so hard to do with restaurant food. And then, since I didn't bother to count the calories for lunch or dinner, I stop counting for the rest of the day. And if I'm not counting, it doesn't feel like the food has calories and I eat way too much of food that I really shouldn't eat at all. I feel like I have to eat as much as I can because it's my only chance to eat like this--I know I'll be back on plan the next day. And I am always on plan the next day, but I really need to get on plan by the next meal. I don't know if the solution is to be more restrictive about off-plan eating, be less restrictive (so I don't feel like it's my only chance to eat treats), or just live with it since it doesn't happen that often.
I could written what BlueToBlue wrote. I did not do too well yesterday - I was out with a bunch of girlfriends to celebrate my upcoming bday. Since each of of us lives elsewhere, we always alternate meeting at different restaurants so that it is not always the same person who has the longest drive. We were meeting at a place that is about an hour's drive for me and there was some additional mix-up with the time to meet so uncharacteristically, I arrived first and the place was packed. I staked the last available table on the patio and waited .... and waited. Normally, I drink water even if I eat out but I felt really stupid sitting there by myself, holding up a table (there people constantly seeking for a table) so I ordered a diet Coke.
For lunch, I had a steak (because I haven't had red meat for ages and low iron is my chronic problem). But, there was a choice of a salad or potatoes, and I had mashed potatoes although I should have had a salad. To add insult to the injury, I had "goop" to go with it. (Goop is mayo mixed with horseradish and some other stuff - it's their signature thing). The waitress, seeing all the presents and cards on the table, asked if it was my Bday and asked if I would like to have a brownie to share afterwards. I said yes. Well it was not a brownie - it was a mammoth brownie topped by a mountain of ice cream and sweetened whipped cream. She provided spoons for all of us but [hanging my head in shame] I ate most of it (at least I did not touch the brownie except for tiny sample - it was disgusting as brownies usually are [to me, that is]).
I had half of the mashed potatoes to go (I should have left them there) and finished them when I got home. I ate on plan in the evening but I find that after such a big meal I tend to want more (and more of the bad stuff). I even flirting with going to McD's around 8 pm (I didn't, of course).
It doesn't really bother me that I ate what I did - it more bothers me that I didn't have the will power to order salad instead of mashers, or to say no to the brownie with the ice cream. I ate really sparingly in the morning (my "lean" bagel with 1 LC cheese and a scrambled egg, and a grapefruit as a snack before I left) and my consolation is that I put in some extra distance on the treadmill yesterday morning. I definitely ate it all back and then some.
I have another dinner out next Saturday (with a different friend) and then I am meeting a friend in Toronto on the 23rd. But at least there will no ice cream on those occasions. I eat out only when meeting with friends and it is not frequent - this month is an exception because of my bday.