Made it through last night without hunger pains and felt better this morning than I have all week. This seems to be the pattern for me: the first few days are the worst in terms of hunger. Yesterday the hunger inside me felt like a throbbing pain deep inside; today it was a quiet, gentle ache. I have been trying to load up on veggis to satisfy my body and have been drinking more milk than I usually do to help fill myself up (and a bit of extra calcium can't hurt either).
So today presented a new challenge: Eating Out. I captialize this because this is a huge pitfall for me. I love eating out, but I feel hard pressed to find places that fit my plan. Today was not exactly a disaster--I mean, I didn't hit up any local bakeries or go off the deep end and dive into a pool of ice-cream or anything), but I ended up going over daily plan by about 200 calories. Bummer. So here's what happened: I ate light breakfast of yogurt and fruit knowing that my family wanted to go out to lunch. They let me know that it was a sandwich shop they wanted to go to and I suitably envisioned a nice turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread with some veggis, no mayo, and maybe a bit of cheese if I was feeling daring. I usually pull up a restaurant's menu online before I go and pick out my healthy option beforehand, but armed with this virtuous image in mind, I headed off confident that I could make good choices.
The deli was bustling--extremely bustling--and you ordered off menus on the wall while the lunch crowd behind you politely and firmly pushed you forward. Looking at the menu, I realized I was in deep trouble. I expected a light and harmless (mostly) little sandwich, but this was something completely different. They were all hot sandwiches, filled with sauces and meats--and the calories! The staff had helpfully posted the calories and they danced a horrific waltz before my eyes: 910, 850, 780, 1000, etc. for a sandwich! I felt completely bewildered and before I knew what I was going to do, everyone had ordered and they were waiting for me. I couldn't leave the cashier just standing there, staring, so I just blurted out the lowest calorie numbered item I could see, a pork sandwich with a whopping 530 calories. Yikes! In retrospect, I should have asked them if they could put together something that wasn't on the menu for me, something without any sauces, but in front of my family, I just felt so embarrassed. It was a nice lunch and it was meant to be a fun family time, but I was privately frustrated with myself AND still hungry since the sandwich wasn't all that filling, despite it's high calorie count. By the time dinner came around, I was starving and I made the choice to go over by a few points (Weight Watchers translates food into points). I know that's not the end of the world, but I sure wish I could have kept inside of my goal. But, I'm going to forgive myself and let it go. Tomorrow is a fresh day and a fresh page in my food journal.