Some Like it Hot

What is there to say about the weekend that hasn't already been said? Less structure. Fewer good food options. All of which usually leads to poor choices. I had a hot dog and hot chocolate at the football game last night. I don't feel badly, it was within my calories for the day, but it didn't do anything good for me either. It was cold and raining and muddy and if the hot chocolate had actually been hot, it may have been worth more to me, but it wasn't. I blame the stupid lady who sued McDonald's for having hot coffee when she was too much of an clutz to keep from spilling on herself. No one can get anything hot to-go anymore. You can't even set your own hot water heater to get water that's actually hot without all kinds of "you're going to burn and die" warnings on the heater itself.

I think when you take away the easy appeal and satisfaction of sugar and fat, things like flavor and temperature in food have greater meaning. This of course brings the unhappy quandary of actually caring about what I eat and needing to plan my menus not to keep things diet-appropriate, but because I've become a food snob. Being a food snob usually means a lot of eye-rolling from the teenagers, crying from the youngest and supportive but suspect looks from my husband. Then I wonder why I bother with the menu planning and the shopping. Why don't these people appreciate my efforts? Oh yea, because they want their sugar and their fat and they're not trying to lose 50+ pounds...yet.