Went for a bday celebration w/all the women in my fam last night at a very posh and exclusive Portland restaurant. I got tremendous pressure to go off my plan. We were there for cocktails and appetizers (which they have an amazing and yummy selection of, and are known for). I was just looking over the menu and deciding what would work for me, when everyone started in..."You aren't going to have a drink? Not even one? Not ANY dessert??? Not any sushi (rice) ???"... First I just tried to minimize the attention on what I was eating, or was not eating, I should say.
But they were relentless (though I do have to say, my darling Mom did keep trying to chime in with her support). Finally, it was on! I gave a pretty thorough class on low-carb, and fielded a myriad of questions and scoldings from my Aunt (a 50 y.o. nurse who has just learned she has heart disease) about how I was eating far too much red meat and fat and heavy cream (which I asked for in my coffee as they all chowed down amazing foofy sugar-laden desserts and told me how bad the cream was for me).
I did have a moment of wanting to stick my face ina piece of chocolate hazelnut torte on it's way to another table, but I stuck to it and was down a lb and up in esteem this morning. Funny, but the more they argued how un-do-able this woe is, the more committed I was to showing them that I could get whatever I wanted and really enjoy my meal, as well.
When we left, I did not feel gross and bloated, but satisfied and happy and proud. Indicentally, I spent about half of what each of them did on my "high-maintenance meal" and had the best beff satay EVER, oh and several blue cheese stuffed olives meant for a martini.
Anyway, chock one up for the low carb team. Though according to my Auntie, I should be dropping dead at any moment. I thought my use of c.o. would definitely cause need for me to dial 911.
Happy Monday y'all!