The great diet experiment continues
We went out to dinner last night. We were joining friends, so it wasn’t a celebration of the return of vegetables, per se, but it would have been as good an excuse as any to eat out. The Chile’s in our neighborhood isn’t a very good one, but I figured I could find something to eat, especially now. As it turns out, their entire menu is unfriendly to my gut. I eventually settled on the salmon as the least of the evils. The fish itself being very good for me, I could just scrape off the coursely ground peppers and spices, and still eat the starch and veggie side dishes. One of my friends ordered the other salmon plate. Imagine my surprise when the sides turned out to be seasoned rice with corn… and steamed broccoli! Not realizing that that was exactly what I had ordered, I tried to give it to my friend.
Obviously, I wasn’t paying attention when I ordered the meal. It was not my intention to dive right into half-cooked broccoli, even as good as it sounded. This time I was going to take it slowly and cautiously, one slightly more fibrous vegetable at a time. Oh, but the broccoli, now that it was in front of me, steaming gently in an oh-so-vibrant shade of bright green that promises such flavor, it called to me. I couldn’t just ignore it. I had to eat some. I had to. It was staring at me! Taunting me with its green leafy goodness!
The hardest part was only eating half, but I managed. And, for the first time in two years, I don’t appear to have suffered for it. Woohoo! So, my mantra for the next few months is, of course, MODERATION!



