Buy me some peanuts – yes. Cracker Jacks – no.
Tomorrow I am going to the ballgame. And since I don’t really watch baseball, even at the park where I am just not interested and too distracted by everything around me, the day will be about food and people watching. Food. Hmm. I have never been to the ballgame while on a diet before.
Let me tell you about our tickets. Friends are taking us to a special section. VIP. We start the day with a huge buffet. Last time we went I tried five desserts. Five! Guess which phase of my yo-yo I was on then! And after the buffet we will move to our seats in a special section behind home plate. With staff who wait on us and bring us… drum roll here… more food. Yes they do. All day. Hours and hours of free food served to us in our seats. No calories burned going to a concession stand and waiting in line.
So a smart dieter who doesn’t care a whit about baseball might not go. But our friends invited us and so we will have fun visiting with them. And they will have fun eating. All afternoon. I, on the other hand, will have fun NOT eating all afternoon. Or so I plan. Because I cannot avoid social situations with food for the rest of my life. Gotta learn to live in the world around me.
And I am going to consider dipping my toe into the special-event-moderation-waters. Here is my game plan (bad pun intended): At the buffet I will focus on proteins and vegetables. No potatoes, no pasta, no dessert. And later… No ice cream. No cotton candy. No hot dog. Instead I am hoping that there are peanuts in the shell for me to nosh on and to keep my hands busy. And I will drink water. Lots of water. And if I want, I will treat myself to a soft pretzel. It’s not on my South Beach plan, but I know that if I’m going to make this work for life than I have to … make it work for life. And tomorrow that just might mean treating myself to a soft pretzel. Or not. If I don’t feel like it in the moment, I won’t eat it. And if I eat it, I will stop at one. Here it is in print. ONE. And when I get home I will get back on plan. Period. End of story.