Monday, January 17, 2011

HCG.1 Day 11

TEMPTATION GALORE!

Tonight I had to drive to LAX to pick up my sweet husband from the airport. He'd been in London for a week and I was so ready to see him that I didn't even want him to rent a car - I'LL COME GET YOU, HONEY!

Around 4:30PM - when I was JUST leaving to pick him up from a 6:45PM flight! - I realized this might be less fun than I first anticipated.

I thought New Baby and I would pop into Target to return Baby Girl's ballet slippers and...hmm...maybe take a look-see at the clearance deals. Well, no. I was rushing around the house trying to clean up until the very moment I left.

And 4:30PM on my way to LA. Right? Traffic was bad but I guess it could have been worse. I got there in time since he had to go thru customs and pick up luggage. We were headed home by 7:15PM.

And me without my food. Crap.

New Baby was getting fussy (after being a perfect angel for the 3 hour initial drive!!) and Hubs was hungry so we stopped at this sandwich place for dinner.

I told the guy, "I'm on a crazy diet where I can only eat chicken and lettuce and nothing else. Whatcha got?". He's all, "I can give you a dry side salad, no extras, add chicken." DONE. My sweet jet-lagged husband went ahead and ordered the ooey-gooey cheese dripping fried sourdough number that had me salivating at his every bite but whatever. I am woman.

Turns out the packet of chicken they put on the salad was 4 oz so I only had to take off a couple of pieces to feel like I had the 3.5 I'm allowed. That was a good deal b/c it seemed like a lot of chicken!

The biggest conundrum was: DRY GREENS. Gross, right? Well, while scanning the place for potential condiments my eyes happened upon the bowl of cut lemons next to the iced tea maker. BA-DING! I can have lemon! I squeezed 5 or 6 lemon wedges on those greens and lo and behold...it was damn tasty!! I ate everyone last bit of my dinner and it. was. good.

This was my first restaurant test and I think I passed with flying colors.

Oh, and they had this bread-side w/the salads. It smelled like I imagine all of Italy does - delicious. One day I'll go back to the sandwich shop and eat that bread. Mark my words.

I almost forgot the POINT of this message!

We got home around 9:30PM. Tired but happy. And what is the first thing I spy? A slice of Domino's pizza on the counter. As I gasp to turn my face from the offender my eyes land on a 1/2 eaten bowl of Saigon In&Out noodles that my sister left out. AGHH! Sput. Er. Eck. I gotta go!

After dunking my head in the toilet to pull myself out of the Tasmanian Devil episode my brain was having, I was presented with my I Love You gift from my London-come-lately sweetie pie: a box of Harrod's shortbread cookies.

These cookies make my gray clouds disappear. They right ALL the wrongs in the world. They are the sole meaning of life in a precious little tin box. And I can't even have one. Aggghhh....the pain and torture of it all.

Three of my most favorite edibles on earth sitting within my grasp. To deny myself like that was all at once the hardest thing I've had to endure on this diet and a moment I can truly be proud of myself. This is my burden. My cross to bear. I am not a slave to my wanton desires but the daughter of the Most High. Self-control is mine ONLY thru the saving Grace of God Almighty. I want to be there! That's my goal.

And the cookies are my goal prize. Truth.
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1 comment:

debbie said...

You HAVE GOT TO write a book. You paint such a picture that I can honestly visualize it all happening. So funny and painful at the same time!! Love you and so proud of you!!!