Well, I just got back in town. I had a science meeting in Salt Lake City for a few days.
Many props to the U of U-I had a really nice time-and it is really beautiful. Much better than I remember it last time-when I was stuck there overnight because we missed our connection to Las Vegas-which was not a fond memory.
Honestly I was quite a bit anxious about it all. As you may know, it is rather difficult to stick to a strict diet when you are eating on a schedule at scheduled meals in scheduled restaurants. So much for eating like a rabbit...
So let's see, I had a grilled chicken breast, a bit larger than I would normally eat, but half of what was on my plate-if you can imagine that. BUT...I also had half of the mashed potatoes on my plate, which thanks to the monster chicken boob there was not much that could fit after the bird was settled in on the porcelain...
Even as I ate them, I felt guilty. See-taters and all starchy high carb veggies are off diet.
I brought my bars and ate one for breakfast, then at lunch the next day, I admit to eating half of a grilled chicken caesar wrap.
So after this unnatural decadence was done and I returned home last night, the guilt disappeared. And I realized why-see even though I ate pretty decently, but the food was 'off' diet, it wasn't 'orgasmic'.
I thought back to those eating experiences, and others around me polished off their food, seemed to really like it, so it wasn't that the food wasn't tasty or well made.
It just honestly wasn't as good as I remembered it. That's it. No fireworks, no orgasms, no food babies. It was food, I ate it, then I wasn't hungry, and that was that-no endless binge, no food frenzy for anything edible or rather anything not nailed down when I was later alone.
So even if I lose less than my standard 3 this week because of those illegal items, I am happy that I gained one thing-the realization that being free to eat doesn't automatically spell failure.