I write to you from Charlotte airport, North Carolina where I am trying not have a beer and a salty snack. I am on my way home from Atlanta and my plane has been delayed. I should be home by 2am. My day started at 5:30am. A girl could be forgiven for craving calories and a long cold drink.
Business trips do make dieting difficult. I set out from BWI yesterday morning early and ate some McDonald’s oatmeal for breakfast about 7am. It was the healthiest option on offer, but it was heavy on sugar–delicious of course. I thought I’d have time for lunch about 1pm in Atlanta but it didn’t work out that way. We drove from the airport straight to a business meeting that ran from 3pm to 7pm and then we went to dinner. By the time I reached Paschals at Castleberry I was more than ready to eat. Unfortunately, they seemed a little confused about our booking and so it took them 20 minutes to pull together 3 small, round tables for our party of 12. It took them another 20 minutes to set the table with multiple glasses but they didn’t bring even water, much less bread. I began to feel really faint. The waitress was very jolly and male managers kept passing by, asking us if everything was “going good”. The first time we all said “Yes, thanks” cheerfully enough. The second time we indicated that we would like to order food and have some drinks (imagine–in a restaurant) and the third time, just as I was ready to start gnawing on a co-worker’s arm, I fixed the manager with a steely glare and said “Bread–with some urgency please”. He brought me a bread roll and a small cornbread muffin just in the nick of time.
Paschals is a soul food restaurant famous for the civil rights planning that took place there in the 1960s. It’s an Atlanta landmark. Pretty much all the food is fried–the green tomatoes, the shrimp, the catfish and of course the chicken. I ordered blackened catfish topped with shrimp and creole sauce, with a side of collard greens. Duke Diet and Fitness Center warned us that we would find restaurant food too salty after a month on a low sodium diet. This turned out to be true but I’d have eaten anything by the time my poisoned plate arrived. No one else mentioned the saltiness so it seems fair to assume that the seasoning was only standard and that truly my tastes have changed.
This morning I had some Marriott oatmeal (no sugar) and a banana and at lunch I had a chicken, lettuce and tomato sandwich on wheat bread. No mayo, just mustard. At Atlanta airport I had a grilled chicken salad and didn’t eat the dressing. I bought some tuna sushi here in Charlotte: this day has definitely been long enough to justify 4 meals and with luck the sushi will stop me being stretchered off the plane in Baltimore. Telling you all this has allowed the beer and chips craving to pass. Phewf.
I did well with both my meal planning and my exercise at the beginning of the week. I swam for an hour on Monday and another hour on Tuesday. No time or opportunity to do anything for the rest of the week extra to ADLs (activities of daily living) but, should I ever get back to Itchy Ankle, I will swim and walk. Can’t wait.