First Trip Out

So, today, I left the comfort zone of cooking alone in my apartment, and had lunch at a restaurant. The bar and grill we wanted to go to was closed, so we went to our old favorite chinese place. I ordered steamed chicken and veggies, but I asked to have it spicy, and with no rice. I ended up eating what I'd guess was 6-8oz of very tasty chicken and roughly 1/2 cup of broccoli and green beans. I maybe have gone a little over, but I stayed basically on track.

I'm actually pretty hungry, which leads me to think that there may have been some carbs in my meal somewhere. I know that carbs tend to trigger cravings for more carbs (like heroin!). It's not too bad, although I was very tempted to just buy $20 in junk food on the way home and screw the diet.

It's exactly that fear that's really bothering me. I know that most diets fail, and I know that I've seldom in my life shown good impulse control about food. The sheer seeming inevitability that I'll just go off the diet is a specter over the entire operation. And this isn't a short term prospect: even for a purely "just for health" level of weight loss I need to stay on for probably 2-3 months. For any realistically significant weight loss for my life style it's going to take years. I just know that food makes me feel, if not good, at least better, and it's only going to get harder after my initial enthusiasm wears off.