Today is my husband's birthday, and while I originally thought I would cook him dinner, I realized that he actually really wanted to go out and eat...this, of course, threw me into panic mode since I’m counting calories, and I went online to see if they had a menu which they did. This restaurant is notorious for their poorboy sandwiches with garlic butterine sauce, and I knew that was a route I couldn't take.
Also, this restaurant we went to has "individual cakes" that serve 1-2 people and the whole way there I was adamant about getting that cake and eating
all of it while slapping my husband's hand away. Food (and sugar) just has such a hold of me sometimes. All I could do on the drive there was fantasize about the cake and how delicious all the sugary frosting would taste. And through dinner I was excited and couldn't wait to taste the cake and get a sugary rush. When we went to order, the sweet little old lady who waited on us said that the individual cakes really weren't that good, which made me want to stomp my feet and whine like a little kid, but then I realized she was probably my saving angel.
So, for dinner I had a cup of chicken and rice soup (which was all rice), a grilled chicken sandwich with just lettuce, onion, and pickle, a double-baked potato with no sour cream, and me and the hubby split a small piece of tiramisu. I didn't eat a ton of calories today and after checking calories on everything I think I managed to come in today at 1,850 calories (give or take) which isn't too shabby seeing as though I do 1600-1700 per day right now. So, that is a small victory for me and I feel pretty good about it. Normally I would have ordered a poorboy, fries, and some kind of alcoholic drink…and the small cake.