Sticking out like a sore thumb
Sunday, February 08, 2015
Today I had a work dinner out. Everyone else enjoyed a variety of fried appetizers while I looked on. I ate only the protein and veggies on my dinner plate while others at the table had copious amounts of starch to go with theirs. We were stuffed at the end but managed to share a ridiculously generous serving of pie and ice-cream - except for myself.
I'm getting used to being the odd person out when I go out to dinner, and to asking for special accommodations. At the Italian restaurants, since I can't have pasta or cheese while on this PSMF, I'll ask for a plate of undressed lettuce with grilled fish or chicken on top. And then make conversation to distract myself from the mounds of pasta and breaded meats covered in sauce and cheese that everyone else stuffs down. At other restaurants, I have "skinned" my protein by surgically removing the fried batter/breading, and eating only the protein guts.
And at birthday celebrations at work, I will sing, and pay for the cake, and sit around and chat while everyone else indulges, but I won't eat any of the cake.
So yes, I'm getting used to sticking out like a sore thumb when I go out to eat. I'm a little surprised at myself that I don't have any problems with appearing rude by not joining in on the gastronomic fun. I'm a little more surprised at myself that I can resist those cakes - I really love cake! But it's so important to my health that I get it right, and getting it right now is better than trying to do it later.