12/16/2011; 9:25a.m.: Well I'm trying to do my best and stay with the fat camp program while in the "Big VA" on business, but I have to say it is fairly difficult considering I am not able to measure anything as I have been fanatical about throughout the process. Also I am not sure where the monacre of "southern hospitality" originated, but I'm fairly certain it WAS NOT in Virginia! Allow me a couple of observations in an otherwise fairly short post.
1. We entered a restaurant which will remain nameless against every natural instinct I have in my being from doing so. I ordered the Key West plate which consists of grilled chicken and shrimp (all protein), sweet baby carrots, green beans, coleslaw and a house salad with fat free ranch. Seemingly healthy at face value, but I made the apparent error in asking for the beans and carrots to be prepared in only hot water and boiled or baked in the same. Response from a clearly unimpressed server " Ummm.... we don't allow special orders because we want you to experience it in all it's splendor.". Me back to a 20 year old with control issues, " That makes total sense but unfortunately I'm on a specific diet plan that has fairly strict protocol." Mr Smarty Pants' response, "Sorry, those are the rules". As I had to remind myself not to stand up and strangle the poindexter like Napoleon standing in front of me I made the best of it and continued the strategy of eating vegetables first and saving the protein for last which brings me to observation number two.
2. Grilled doesn't always fully describe the preparation of the dish. It should have said soaked in thick mixture of dressings for at least a month and still oozing with the extras when served. Ugh!!!!! Now my healthy choices have taken a turn for Southern Fried and High Cholesterol Junction with my server campaigning to be Mayor of the not so hospitable town!
I eat and move on about the day knowing I got a 60 minute cardio workout in and had been walking and moving around all day, and at some point I have to do the best I can with the hand I've been dealt.
So I am continuing the strategy of having a shake immediately following my workout and plan to eat my meal in the middle of the afternoon and shake to finish off the evening so if nothing else, giving the majority of the day to burn the southern hospitality (note dripping sarcasm here), and kill myself in the fitness center each morning. Now I realize working out extra long and intense does not guarantee in any way more of a burn but at least I'll be tired enough not to think too terribly much about why people in the north clearly have better visions of what service and hospitality really mean. So as I sign off for the moment in Roanoke, as I'm sure more "fun" stories will follow, I say "Miss you and see you soon O-H-I-O," where the true meaning of hospitality and holiday spirit exists