It was a potluck. Not just your average, run-of-the-mill potluck though…we’re talking a full out church lady potluck. I believe there were at least 2 types of cheese infused potato dishes, some pizzas, 2 types of potato salad, 2 types of homemade bread, 2 varieties of fried chicken, a very large crock-pot filled with macaroni and cheese (which was delicious I might add), noodles, pork chops, bbq beef, meatballs (both BBQ and the Swedish variety), Uncrustables, that cole slaw/ramen noodle stuff, casseroles, cakes, cookies, puddings, and I’m pretty sure tons of other stuff that I can’t even remember. Looking back on it, it all is a fuzzy carbohydrate filled haze.
Am I supposed to go to these things with a piece of grilled chicken and a salad and ignore all of the ooey gooey deliciousness laid out before me? That would be like sending me back to my mom and dad’s house on Thanksgiving and telling me that I can only have a turkey sandwich. It just seems unnatural. And maybe sinful…I mean all of these fine women and men have spent so much time preparing food for us, it would be downright selfish of me to shun their offerings. I’d hate to offend a fellow Christian brother or sister. Hey, I’m just trying to do my God appointed duty.
Or maybe I should have tried this strange technique that I hear some thin people use…I believe it’s called “stopping when you are full.” Pretty sure it has something to do with being able to consume just a small to normal amount of food rather than two main course plates and a dessert plate. I’ll definitely have to look into that method for the next time. It sounds like it could work.
But in all seriousness, I didn’t do well today. I didn’t try ALL of the food listed up there but I definitely ate more than what was needed. I’m not beating myself up over it or anything (maybe I should be) - but I am glad that I have been making small strides forward and am going to continue to make a conscious effort to focus on the long term changes and immediate successes instead of the inevitable moments of weakness that are going to come. What I am NOT going to do is consider this as me falling off of the wagon. If I do that, it will lead to me to feeling like I need to appoint a day in the future to get back on that very wobbly wagon, thus providing me a few days in between to pig out on whatever I want (since after all, I will be really cracking down soon). That’s my M.O. Or I should say, that WAS my M.O.
These potlucks are monthly events through the summer so I am going to have to either plan for them accordingly or assign a friend to be the designated hand slapper every time I reach for something that has a crumb topping, a cheese sauce, or a sour cream glaze.
Or maybe I’ll look into that “stopping when you’re full” thing after all.