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"Everything good for you is either illegal, immoral, or fattening."
"Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels."


I've never had trouble with the first quote -- I know it to be all too true. Today, as I was pondering lunch choices, I discovered this again for myself. Tabulating points for foods that I usually love -- well, disheartening isn't quite the word. Dumbfounded is more like it.

The second quote is one I've personally hated over the years. One, the last time I was "thin" was probably elementary school. Darren H. had already bestowed the nickname of "Fatty" on me by 2nd grade -- although by 3rd grade, it had become a weird term of endearment among friends. Even as a large person, I know how good things can taste. Believe me, if being thin feels better than Godiva tastes, well I'll be positively over the moon, won't I?

I'm trying to learn to eat even more slowly. If I'm out with friends, I'm usually one of the last to finish -- usually because I'm talking too much. But solo, as I am at lunch sometimes, I have a tendency to eat far faster, not really savoring the food as much as shoving it in as fuel.

So today at lunch, solo, I decided to go as slowly as possible in a one-hour time frame. I went to Macaroni Grill and got the Pollo Magro ("Skinny Chicken"). At first read, I wasn't sure I really wanted it. But it was the least damaging, points-wise (only 5). But OOOOOOH my my! Was it far better than I expected! One grilled chicken breast with a balsamic glaze, side of steamed spinach, and topped with tomato, onion, and fat-free feta. Well, the plum tomatoes came out whole, not grilled, and quite honestly, I'm not that big a tomato fan anyway. But everything else was completely fantastic.

Then the bread. Bread has always been a bugaboo for me. I love bread, which is why Atkins and South Beach are not the diets for me. White, wheat, rye, pumpernickel, raisin, garlic, whatever -- I love it. And naturally, you are given a loaf of "peasant bread" at the table. Each loaf has ten points, so one-quarter loaf is 2.5 points. Don't think for even a second I couldn't snarf the whole thing down in a flash. I love their focaccia. But I was good. I only had that quarter-loaf -- 2.5 delicious points. Furthermore I am amazed at how good that little sliver was .... mmmmm!!!!

All in all, it's getting easier to make good eating decisions.

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