Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Chubby Mom Confessions :: All You Can Eat Madness

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Here is my latest confession:

On Saturday Roger and I had a lunch date. My parents took the boys so that we could go anywhere that we wanted to dine for lunch without wining children in tow. We made a stupid decision that we both regretted well into the wee hours of Sunday morning. We ate at The Olive Garden but worse than that admission is the fact that we went there specifically for the never ending pasta bowl. What self respecting woman would do that to herself? One bowl of pasta is plenty. We had seen a commercial the night before and it looked so tempting. Hot steaming plates of pasta taunted us and we fell for their ploy. I should interject here and confess that I have no self control when it comes to an all-you-can-eat situation. It's almost as if I just switch off that area in the brain that tells me when I am full. I turn into a bottomless pit, a nasty shameful bottomless pit. This was probably one of the worst ideas that I've had in a while.

I had a plan of attack though, a well thought out strategy to maximize my pasta consumption and minimize any tummy ache potential. I was only going to eat half of my first pasta bowl to save room for a second bowl. I did not factor in salad and bread sticks, which we were both full of when they brought out our first pasta bowls. That's right, as the plate was placed before me with my sad helping of Fettuccine Alfredo, I was already stuffed. As you can see, my plan was flawed from the start. Roger and I tried to ignore the fact that when our plates arrived, they were overflowing with pasta while being short on sauce and meat. We soldiered on with determination to live out all of our pasta fantasies.

Eating commenced and it wasn't pretty. Two bowls of pasta later (to my credit, I only ate half of each and the second bowl was half the size of the first, so really, I'd just had one generous portion. Who I am kidding? it was an all out pig fest. Is my internal dialogue coming out again? So sorry about that!)) we were both moaning and regretting our dining choice. We then proceeded to go home, plop down on the couch, and eat Tums. Yet another bad decision in the perils of my quest for weight loss.

Tune in next time for more shocking confessions of gluttony and poor decision making.


Dixie Mom said...

Ugh, I hear you. My gall bladder is flipping around just reading this.
I used to be able to eat like that.
Now a night out like that and I gain 10 pounds!

Katherine said...

I've seen those commerials too, and have wanted to go. But since I also have no control, I think that you've convinced me I should avoid this.

Sue said...

I think I can match you, bite for bite.

(And why am I admitting that...?)


Anonymous said...

I love Olive Garden but their portions are HUGE.

Karen said...

I just read your comment on Cjane and want to thank you for such wise thoughts.

As for the Olive Garden - who can resist the bread sticks and pasta? That is why they invented Tums!

Hugs to you.

Caroline of Salsa Pie said...

I love you, Leigh!

What you've just described is called being Italian. I think that you might actually BE Italian and you just don't know it yet. ;)

singedwingangel said...

I am going out on a limb and saying I have never eaten at the Olive Garden in my life.. but my weakness is a really good Asian Buffet.. I am sooo gone on those

Mindy Gledhill said...

Hi Leigh! I don't know you, but I read your comment on CJane's last post and just wanted to say "thank you." I feel like you expressed the exact feelings of my heart on the matter and I loved how you worded it.

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