Sunday, April 22, 2012

Day 5 - Walking a Fine Line

I am not very proud of myself today.  It is Sunday and there is nothing stockpiled to eat.  A glass of water for breakfast and some small bites of greens from the yard (which I'm getting sick of).  I had the distraction of two softball games this morning to keep my mind off food.  The weather report was for rain for the majority of the day but I was able to get the games in before the storm. Surprisingly my energy levels were up enough to get through the first game and then I headed right over to the second game.
At about the third inning I was dragging a bit and one of the players on my team announced that he brought a box of Dunkin' Donuts Munchkins for everyone.  Oh man.  That's all I needed to hear.
I contemplated being good for my Survivor Diet - but not for long.  My mind immediately began justifying why these Munchkins still qualified as "finding" my food.  I watched the box go untouched for the remainder of the inning but when I came back to the bench and saw it still there - filled with chocolatey little balls of energy and goodness - I was not able to resist the temptation (over and over and over again).  I gave in.
But I found them right?  I mean, otherwise they would have been thrown in the garbage!  This is "Suburban Survivor" after all.  So all I really did was resort to a form of begging or garbage picking.  That's still technically surviving.
They were so good.  Munchkins have never tasted better.  I did, however, contemplate the potential terrible headache from the sudden rush of toxicity and sugar to my system.  Would it be worth it?  We shall see.

Later Sunday, while sitting home with Jamie and with nothing to eat I looked for another distraction.  I asked Jamie if she wanted to go to the movies with me and we went to the mall to see Mirror Mirror.  We got there early and before the movie started Jamie wanted something to eat.  On to the food court. . .
Well, everyone knows that when you walk through the food court at the mall there are two food vendors that practically make you taste their teriyaki chicken on a toothpick samples.  Hmmm.  This sounds an awful lot like "foraging" to me.  Again - for the second time today I found myself in a Survivor Diet Dilemma!  And yes, I fear that I made the wrong decision once again.  Hell, yeah I ate the chicken! 4 times!  It was the most fantastic tiny morsel of chicken I think I have ever tasted.  I am salivating for another taste of this chicken right now as I write this post even days later.  (Maybe I'll cruise by the mall on my way home from work today) Ha!
Well there you have it.  I'm human after all and although I feel pretty lousy about my lack of will power this day, I will also say that I learned some things from my experiences.  First off - it is quite remarkable how wonderful things start to taste when you are truly hungry.  So often we gorge ourselves on foods and don't take a second to appreciate the taste of a simple bite.  And then remember it.  Secondly - it doesn't take much to satisfy this "hunger" for tasty food.  Those little sample bites of chicken were all I needed to feel satisfied.  I'm not saying I couldn't have eaten an entire platter full of it - but I didn't have to.  And that's what these people were selling.  They give you a little taste and then for a low, low price of $4.99 they give you the American sized platter!  No wonder this country is so obese.  My lesson here is moderation and appreciation.  With those two things I can survive and thrive.

Slap on the wrist for me today.  I contemplated punishing myself by taking away one of my weekly rewards (like the chocolate bar at the end of week 2).  Hey, I walked a fine line today between surviving and improvising - I didn't intentionally go to the mall with the thought to get samples of chicken and I didn't go to softball thinking someone was bringing treats.  Mother nature through me a curve ball today with the rain and I decided to bunt it down the third base line for a single.

“Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.”

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