I read the books on staying healthy. I subscribe to Men’s Health. I follow the “healthy living” blogs.
And they all say the same thing: Do not let yourself get too hungry. This is when eating mistakes happen (i.e. overeating, eating crap, etc.)
For celiacs, I’d say it’s even more problematic.
And when we don’t have a contingency plan, bad things can happen.
I was invited to a golf outing for charity on Monday about 20 minutes from the Dude Ranch. I had to leave the house at 11:00 and I figured I’d be home by 5 at the latest.
I ate a big breakfast and on the way to the course, I stopped at our local health food store and picked up a variety of four gluten-free bars. I figured I’d eat two on the front nine and two on the back nine and that would hold me over just fine until I got home for dinner.
The weather was perfect and the golf was respectable.
My day was a success. I ate my four bars along with about three gallons of water (yeah…it was pretty dang hot outside.)
There was a banquet dinner after the golf but since I knew I couldn’t eat there, I figured I’d just pass and have dinner at home.
What I didn’t realize is that the banquet dinner was part of the charity. There would be a raffle and a silent auction. And because I was an invited guest, I felt it would have been quite rude to just golf and leave, so I decided to stay.
It was the right thing to do, but my lack of planning cost me.
The banquet lasted a full three hours.
By the second hour, I was absolutely starving and I decided to take a peek at the food that was available.
It was one of those banquet setups where you served yourself so I waited until all 150 people had gotten their food.
It wasn’t pretty.
Roast beef prepared with a seasoning…no.
Fish, turkey…right on down the line…no, no, no.
But then I saw fresh, steamed veggies.
I knew I shouldn’t even think about it but I was beyond hungry.
I asked the waiter and he checked with the kitchen. Seasoned with salt and pepper. That’s it.
But what about cross-contamination? How was it prepared in the kitchen? Did they use separate utensils?
I didn’t ask.
The question is…why didn’t I ask?
Was it because I knew they wouldn’t have an answer?
Or was it because I didn’t want to know the answer?
I ate the veggies.
It was risky. It was stupid. It was weak.
The ironic thing is I couldn’t even enjoy them because I knew I shouldn’t be eating them.
For 5+ years, I can count on one hand the times I ate something where I knew there was a small risk involved.
And each time, I say never again…it’s just not worth it.
But then I have an occasion where I don’t plan ahead enough and hunger takes over.
The lesson learned? Always pack more food than you think you need. Always.
The second lesson? Don’t beat yourself up over it.
We’re only human.