Away from home ... and healthy food

I’m glad weight loss starts on Monday. I’m at a conference all weekend, which means eating out, drinks, and – did I mention? – eating out.

We’ve talked at Weight Watchers about “reading” a menu and how to choose the best items on the list. I totally get the theory behind it; I swear I do!

Avoid creamy sauces.

Avoid fried food.

Avoid descriptions like “homemade” and “just like Mom’s.”

Avoid desserts. 

Eat vegetables.

Eat things that are baked or broiled.

Blah, blah, blah ;)

My problem (or excuses) are twofold:

1. Sometimes there are not options that fit the Weight Watchers requirements on the menu. Take many of our breakfast choices this morning: huge muffins, apple fritters, croissants, croissants drizzled in chocolate, bagels, croissant sandwiches with eggs and cheese …

2. I eat so well (or try to!!) at home that when I’m away I … well, I don’t want to eat well when I’m gone! I know the calories count whether I’m at home or 3 states away, but it doesn’t feel like it (which, I know, is a lame ass excuse).

So … instead of choosing the fruit this morning (because there were options other than the calorie-laden pastries) I chose the croissant with ham, egg, and cheese.

Which was awesome :)

Almost as awesome as light night’s smoked gouda chicken with bacon and tonight’s prime rib cheeseburger.

*sigh* I’m awful.

But you know what’s funny? I kind of don’t feel guilty or care too much. How can I when it’s so gosh darn delicious :)

However … Weight Watchers has taught me I need to take responsibility for what I’m eating – especially creamy, fat-filled deliciousness – so I do know, logically, I’ll pay the price when I see a higher number on the scale.

And I’m okay with that. It’s a consequence I’ll gladly take at this point in time. I know there will be a time when I won’t take that consequence. I’m looking forward to the day when I crave carrots and salad rather than brownies and pizza. I know I’ll never truly be able to erase my desire for “bad” foods but I hope that I get to the point where they are not the first thing I reach for. Much of this is going to take practice.

So come on Monday, March 12^th!  It’s on, bitch!!