Today was one of those days that makes me wonder if there is a god somewhere who wants me to be fat. My Mom called this morning and asked me and the kids to meet her out for lunch. Because I never turn down a lunch out, I got us all ready and out we went. We went to a little diner that has been in town forever, nothing fancy, just good plain food.
I look over the menu and made a reasonably healthy choice. The old me would've ordered something like chicken salad on a croissant but the new me who wants to be hot again ordered a portobella mushroom sandwich. OK, the old me may have ordered that too, but this sandwich sucked! The mushroom itself was thinner than a McDonald's burger and it just came with lettuce, tomato, a dry whole wheat bun and a pickle spear. Thank God I'd ordered a cup of chicken noodle soup or a may have started looking for food droppings under the surrounding tables.
I left hungry. I got in my car and drove directly to Starbucks and ordered a nonfat Chai latte and an Oatmeal cookie. I swear I am going to be in BIG trouble when I stop nursing, because I just can't eat enough, ever. Seriously? Who leaves a lunch date, hungry?