So there was this moment at breakfast that I must confess.
I frequent this place all the time, and it was my saving grace during my first Whole30 because they cook things properly in olive not vegetable oil. So I was ready: potatoes, omelet with steak and avocado (no cheese), orange juice with sparkling water to stretch it out. Fantastic breakfast, I was amped. My friend and fellow sympathizer ordered the same. Today, we were joined by my other friend and her three year old son, who's definitely a toddler (even more so with the addition of twin brothers over the holiday).
So here is the scary part, when his food came out I almost took his plate. Me. Literally wanting to take food from a kid. What was it? Silver dollar pancakes with Kinder bars and whipped cream. It looked so good and I watched in slow motion how the Kinder bar started to melt on top of the pancake.... I almost lost it.
Eating out is a part of the single life, and breakfast is my go to. But I nearly went off track Friday. I faced the demon and told myself that not only is it awful to steal pancakes from a three year old, it reminded me that when I tried to do the Whole30 in October, I went off after 5 days. I don't want to do that.
It's hard enough to be in a part of the world where you have to say no sugar very implicitly in almost all of your food, but you also don't have as many things available just because culturally those things just aren't available. I confess that I have to make tiny shortcuts based on living in a foreign land, but the truth is that food is good here because for the most part ghee and olive oil are staples.
Weekends are really hard, so I now know that I also have to focus on strict schedules for the weekend to be successful long term. I can do this. I made it through my first weekend. There is no turning back and no stealing of little children's breakfast items. Instead I will much on raw nuts and prepare my meals for the week. A much better plan of action.
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