I love to eat out; Cliff wouldn't care if he ever ate anyplace but home.
Where we live, the nearest place to dine away from home is eight miles away... unless you count the Village Inn, which is more of a bar that happens to serve Mexican food. They're a little pricey to suit me, and they don't have a huge menu. So you'd think it would be easy to resist temptation, eat at home, and stay healthy.
Cliff's heart surgery and recovery has been a big incentive in keeping us out of salty, fatty restaurants, and we try to eat out no more than once a week. Sometimes, however, we do go overboard.
Here's what happens: Cliff works second shift, leaving for work at 2:30 P.M. So we do our grocery-shopping or farm-supply shopping, or make our monthly-or-so trip to Sam's Club, on weekday mornings after our walk. That has us departing home around 10 A.M.
No matter in which direction we go, we find ourselves right in front of someplace to eat at noon. Sam's Club isn't so far from Olive Garden; and Smokehouse Barbecue and Fazoli's are right across the road. Price Chopper grocery is in a suburb of Kansas City that has just about every chain restaurant you've ever heard of (except for anyplace featuring steak). Ten miles to the south of home, there's Pizza Hut (my biggest weakness) and Subway. Eight miles east, there's our favorite Mexican eatery and another Pizza Hut; and now, a brand new Chinese buffet that totally rocks, and blows the dirty little Chinese place that's been in that town for years out of the water.
Picture me as Eve and Cliff as Adam (only with clothes, not fig leaves). This Eden we inhabit has forbidden fruit everywhere.
But I do want my husband healthy.
Cliff, who weighs every morning, recently crept up to 210 pounds over a five-day period when we ate out three times. Not good. He tries to stay at 205, and with my help, he does.
So we've been eating at home. It helps if we skip our walk on the day we shop, because that gets us out early and puts us in the danger zones before all those places open for business.
Of course, meanwhile I'm plotting where we'll eat out, the minute he's back to 205. Yesterday he was 206.
I think we'd better stay out of the buffets, don't you?
Eve, I feel your pain.