..on a plate of loaded jo-jo’s. A, potatoes, like tomatoes are not our friends anyway: make the joints ache. B) neither is low carb, and particularly potatoes have starch, not our friend on this diet. The good news is, a typical small potato is 12 carbs, and these were converted baked potatoes rebaked with cheese and bacon and jalapenos, so they weren’t as bad as french fries, which add grease to the pile…but…it would have been better to have fewer. The waitress accidentally (she gave it for the same price) brought the larger order. So Jane and I both indulged.
The good news is, A, we left a third of the plate, which once would have disappeared. B, we both concluded while it felt nice and ‘free’ to pig out, it wasn’t really enjoyable as an experience: our over-indulgence didn’t make our tummies happy. It made us think we didn’t want the same tomorrow: we actually want to go back to our strict diet.
It’s good news when the overindulgence starts looking unappetizing. Our eyes are starting to adjust to smaller portions, to match what our stomachs and appetites have already adjusted to. Too much really has become too much in perception as well.
Back to splitting a half order of whatever it is…