I am not one for heaping additional stress on my plate by flirting with temptation. As I said in an earlier blog, I don’t watch Paula Deen, the dolloping butter trollop, and I don’t peruse recipes that I know are not going to help me get to where I am going.
I’ve made up my mind and I am not easily swayed…except by the tender and succulent, crispy and moist, sweet, buttery and delicious crab cakes at Houston’s. Me oh my-oh. They do for a certainty make my socks roll up and down.
So today, I had one of those moments of decision, when what I thought I had decided already was called back into play. Would I or wouldn’t I? What would Wu do?
Would one lunch of fantabulously luscious crab cakes be okay, in view of my successful loss of pounds and a dress size? Couldn’t I just make up the difference at a later meal or two? How many calories could there possibly be in that entree?
The short answer is that it probably would have been fine–but I just wasn’t sure that I wanted to mess with a good thing. I am doing so well now, and I am learning to truly enjoy more natural and less gussied up food.
So I ordered what I thought Mr. Wu would approve of–the seared ahi tuna served with a passel of broccoli and brown rice. Not sure what was going on with that brown rice–they might want to look into that, but it was fun to eat something that was so grillicious.
Later this afternoon, it was nice not to have it on my mind, not to feel like I had to somehow compensate later today or tomorrow for a lunch that did not fit into the Wu Food Project.