Since the holidays have ended, I’m back to my strict low-carb eating regimen. I am in withdrawal – even though I have been a low-carb aficionado for the majority of 2011, it still hits me hard whenever I fall off the wagon and then make the effort to climb back on it. A little too much champagne, a little too much wine, lots of goodies (though comparatively low-carb, they still had carbs!), and BOOM! I need to detox.
And so I’m detoxing. I am keeping a carb journal and recording my thoughts and struggles and hopes and fears. I am subscribing to self-help guru philosophy and writing little notes to myself to look at in my office. I review my “look book” so I can stay focused on wanting smaller trousers instead of the pumpkin brownies my husband is engulfing.
Speaking of husbands, he is sick with a head cold and is need of TLC. I ran out to CVS and purchased supplies: lotioned-tissue, Dayquil and Nyquil, a 7-Up, and some ice cream. My husband has an enviable body fat ratio and muscle development, so a few sugary carbs over the next couple of days will not harm him.
I’m worried about their presence in the house for me. I don’t think I’m going to be tempted to indulge, but just knowing they are there is a wee bit torturous. Keep reviewing the look book!
As a treat, we went to our favorite low-cost burger place in Austin – P. Terry’s. I’ve been eating my double-cheeseburgers wrapped in lettuce all year, so buns are not my weakness. It’s the fries, and the fries at P. Terry’s are what fries should be: thin, skin on, and greasy. Oh, so greasy. And the siren’s song of fountain Diet Coke is difficult for me to resist. So sticky, so bubbly, so sweet (with poisonous ingredients).
Enter the tired look book and those horrid notes I wrote to myself. I must say, though, that:
Benefit 1: I did not drink a diet soda. I drank water and refilled my cup twice.
|Water - the low-carber's best friend|
|A lettuce-wrapped burger from P. Terry's|
Benefit 2: I had ten little fries; not fifty. I made myself count to “30” between each bite. Luckily, the husband stuffs them in his mouth so the availability of salty, greasy, hot fries disappeared from my hungry eyes with joyous rapidity.
And now that I’m home, out of the fries fray, I really am happy that I didn’t sabotage my efforts too badly. I’m making a huge salad for dinner with baby greens, crispy pancetta, leftover turkey and an easy vinaigrette.