by Dissolution » Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:00 pm
Last night the family gathered to celebrate our #2 son's birthday. Since #1 works at Cracker Barrel (his last semester of college) we wind up eating there a lot of family outings, so he can wait on us and visit at the same time.
I ordered the vegetable dinner, 4 sides essentially. Salad with fat free dressing, baked potato, green beans, and the vegetable of the day brown rice with mushrooms. Since embarking on this WOE, I pretty much expect to be disappointed in restaurants. It's amazing how much oil gets used in stuff. The green beans weren't bad, probably a minimal amount of oil in them, but the rice was disgusting. There was easily a tablespoon of oil that had drained out of the rice and was now running all over the plate and probably another tablespoon stuck to the rice. Needless to say I did not eat it.
But here's the worst part. My son is the waiter, I showed it to him and he swore and promised that the cooks did not add any oil to the rice. I decided to let it go.
Now my #3 son has about 2% body fat and seems to be very healthy. He does have an undiagnosed skin condition that has kept him out of the military. Since starting this WOE in conversation with him I suggested that maybe he should try it for a week or two and see if it cleared up his skin. Well, I'm sure most of you guys know how those suggestions get received.
Anyways for dinner he ordered a large salad, hold the tomatoes and onions and extra ranch dressing. So here he is eating iceberg lettuce, covered in cheese and bacon bits, drowned in 8 oz. (I kid you not) of ranch dressing. Someone asked him if he was enjoying his ranch dressing soup, and his reply was that he was eating healthy like me?!!? And he was serious! I just remarked that it probably would have been healthier to have ordered a cheeseburger. That got me a dirty look from the wife and she snapped something at me.
Later that night we were buying some clothes for Christmas presents when she saw a shirt she said I should get. Too bad it didn't come in my size, they only had up to a 2x. (I normally wear 3x or 4x) I said let me see that, so I tried it on. As I'm slipping on on, over the shirt I was wearing, she says I can tell you now it's not going to fit. She walked over to see if it would button up and the front of the shirt not only pulled together but overlapped. She said quit sucking your stomach in. I wasn't.
Small victories...