I had a huge weekend and we were eating out with friends and associates Friday, Saturday and Sunday night. Normally it's not a big deal. Close friends all know of my ways and it is never an issue. This weekend though I was around all kinds of people that don't know I'm low carbing and it was tough for the first time in a few years. Friday night was not a problem but Saturday night was a nightmare.
My son is part of a boys youth group and a few of the advisers setup a dinner for the parents with the boys making the dinner. I didn't really worry about about it because I knew they were making Chicken. When we got to the event my son pulled me aside and was so worried. He said all the chicken was breaded, they were serving rice and garlic bread and a veggie. This was a big event and I didn't want him to to have to be concerned about me. So I told him no biggie, I would eat the veggie and work my way through the chicken. Now I am maintaining so I could eat a little of the breaded chicken if I wanted, but I didn't want to. So I cut the bread off discreetly, found out how the veggies were cooked and ate them. I didn't have much to eat but I did it, made it through without drawing attention to myself or my son. Sunday was kind of the same thing but at a relative that thinks I am eating all wrong. She made sure not to have any lowcarb food for me. They served pizza and apple pie! My husband was so cute. I was given two huge slices of pizza my husband took the plate and disappeared in the kitchen. When he came back out, he had taken the toppings and cheese of the pizza and put in into one of my trusty pita shells that I carry in my purse. I had a great meal, skipped the pie and stayed true to myself. I hate when relatives make it hard but it happens.
I guess what I trying to say is even THREE YEARS LATER you can hit a tough situation. Staying true to what you believe and who you are and what you want to accomplish will help you make it through. Sure I could have eaten the pizza or had the breading but the next day I would feel physically sick from the carbs and super guilty. I don't want to feel that way or let others push me into feeling that way. Today, I am healthy, happy and not sick from carbs. It's a good Monday...it's a good year...and staying low carb makes it that way.