39 years going out to eat in every kind of restaurant imaginable. Tonight I did the unthinkable…

If you’ve read any of my other entries, you can probably figure out that I am not happy with my weight/appearance. I have never really looked like I wanted to that I can remember. How many of us really do? But weight is something that I have battled for as long as I can remember. Maybe it all started with having people tell me to “clean your plate” when I was little. “There are people starving in (fill in your favorite third world country here).”

So I have always done my part. Ate all my food. Cleaned my plate. Proud member of the Clean Plate Club. You name it. So imagine my surprise when we went out to eat tonight and I (gasp) could not finish all my food! I was flabbergasted. How could this be? 39 years in to the game and I lost my eating mojo? Impossible.

The waiter came by to see how we were doing and he must have been able to tell that I had been defeated by all the fish that remained on my plate. “Would you like a container for that?” “Huh?” I said. “A container?” “Sure” he said. “That way you can take the rest home (wait for it) for later.” Hmmm, for later. I had never experienced this concept before. I didn’t have to clean my plate? My membership in “the club” wouldn’t be revoked? Amazing. I could eat until I was full and then take the rest home. What’ll they think of next?

Could this be the start of something new?