Representing her mother well
So it’s day 12 of the South Beach Diet. I have been doing incredibly well; I haven’t really cheated except for going out for dinner last night. We went to a murder mystery dinner and the choices were chicken with pasta or brisket with mashed potatoes. I opted for the chicken (far healthier than brisket) and only ate about 3 forkfuls of pasta, leaving the large majority of it on my plate. I also ate most of my piece of cheesecake which was a definite no-no but I was able to get back on track right away.
I’ve been careful to explain to the kids why I’m eating the way I am - for example, I love bread too much, so instead of eating one healthy piece of bread I’ll eat the whole dang thing of it, which is not at all healthy. And I’ll have to top it with a bunch of butter because I just love butter on my bread, so you do the math, it’s just not a good thing for me. So no bread for now until I get things under control a bit better.
But somehow, they’ve heard that I’m “on a diet”, even though the couple of times I’ve heard them say it I’ve corrected them and explained that I’m just trying to eat healthier because my eating habits got kind of out of control for a while there. They seemed to accept that just fine.
So today we have been out of the house all day and at about 2:45, B realized we hadn’t eaten lunch yet. We headed over to the local pizza place on base where they were going to have a big pizza and I was going to eat from the salad bar. However, 2:45 is Spanish lunchtime so it was packed. Frustrated, we decided to go to Subway instead (I’d have a wrap). We got there and again, there was a long line. So we walked down to the Commissary and they bought pre-made sandwiches and chips and I bought a box of cherry tomatoes and a small plate of meat and cheese cubes.
As we settled down to eat - finally! - the base commanding officer walked by. He is generally a pretty friendly and likeable guy and I’ve worked directly with him a few times so he knows who I am by name, so when he walked past he said, “Hi, LN1! How’s it going?” And my daughter responded directly to him by piping up with “My mamma’s on a diet!”
He chuckled as he walked past, and the rest of us maintained relatively straight faces until he was out of sight, at which point we all erupted in laughter. My daughter is the Queen of Good Timing.
