Bloomin’ Onion

I lost another day. But you can hardly blame me when my Beamish boys (and the lovely sweetheart of my youngest) spontaneously (and separately) decide to come visit for dinner. We celebrated. We rejoiced at the rain, reveled in each other’s company, and enjoyed fare from a nearby steakhouse.

Now, I have been very careful over the last twenty-three days…doing a low-carb dance to try to get ahold of things. I ordered carefully. I eschewed the loaded baked potato (the very idea had me watering at the mouth) for steamed veggies…I had a Caesar salad sans croutons (all legal)…there was a wee filet, cooked perfectly…and we started with the onion. I can have onion, of course…maybe not the heavy, fried coating on the onion, but remember, we were celebrating. Halfway through my steamed veggies I remembered that I’m not supposed to be eating carrots (root vegetables have more carbs than say, celery, which I’m pretty sure has negative carbs).

So, this morning I awoke with a headache that almost felt like a hangover. My stomach roiling, my mouth dry…I couldn’t figure out why until I did the mental checklist. Well, duh…I had a food hangover.

Today I am back on the vegetable wagon, though I freely report that I am sick of salads and vegetables and lean meat, and what I really want is a pizza. I am, however, consistently losing ounces at a time, and I may be slightly competitive with my mother, who is also on this “protocol.”

It was a good onion, though.