Last night an old friend of mine was in town and wanted to go out for dinner. I'm all for going out for dinner- WW is really flexible, and this is something I'm going to have to do for the rest of my life. I can't very well avoid restaurants for eternity, can I?
She wanted to go to our favourite old hangout, a 50's style diner. We used to go for brunch on Sundays, hung over and barely held together. The hashbrowns, sausage, home-made bread with slabs of butter and their pecan pie held us together after many breakups, bad exam results, friend dramas and assorted and sundry early 20's worries.
I had 7 points left over from the day, because of an unexpected office birthday party and a craving for a cookie at lunchtime. I also had my 35 weekly points to use, so I knew if I made reasonable choices, I'd be fine.
I was torn between three options: a spinach and roasted vegetable salad, a grilled cheese sandwich and their deluxe, giant, bubbling, hot creamy macaroni and cheese.
I decided to split the difference and get the grilled cheese sandwich with a side salad. It was good- crunchy, cheesy, and filling. I ate half the sandwich and the whole salad, and brought the rest home for my boyfriend.
And I skipped the pecan pie.