Maybe it’s spring fever or something, but I’ve found myself envying all those people who go out to lunch during their workday. Whether they’re off to a deli, or a nice restaurant, or a salad bar at a grocery store, I’ve found myself envying the fact that they get to make a spur-of-the-moment choice. They can have pretty much whatever their mood dictates.
And I stay behind with my packed-from-home lunch, stuck with whatever choices I made at 7 am.
At first glance, this didn’t seem fair, and I was starting to feel sorry for myself.
But then, something shook me awake. Thank goodness! While they can follow their mood at the moment, let’s just think for a moment how much trouble we can get into by ‘eating the mood.’
And portion control. Meals eaten outside the home [or lunch bag!] are at the mercy of whatever the owner/chef/cook deems ‘a serving.’ We all know where that can lead. And no matter what we say about preparation [no butter, no salt, whatever], how much control do we really have over it? Salad bars offer the hope of portion and prep control, but how often do we eat with our eyes, and end up loading on things that maybe aren’t the best choices?
I know what’s in my packed lunch. I know how much food is in there. I know everything about it. And that’s not all bad.
So, I’m happy to say that the lunch envy moments passed fairly quickly. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I think at some point in the next week, I’m going to grab a friend and go to a local deli for their 1/2 sandwich special. Everyone deserves to have something different once in a while. But, it’ll be at a place that I KNOW. I KNOW what they do, and how they prepare the food. I KNOW the amount of meat that’ll be on the sandwich.
In short, KNOWING is better than eating the mood. And there’s absolutely no need to be suffering. Yesterday’s lunch – which was when this hit – was a beautiful salad of mesclun, red peppers, buffalo chicken, bleu cheese and balsamic dressing. Today’s was a piece of chicken with a couple of tiny roasted new potatoes and roasted asparagus.
No suffering. No eating the mood.