I have a true love-hate relationship with restaurant-prepared pancakes. I LOVE the pictures of the pancake stacks in the menus of such establishments as Denny’s, IHOP, and Perkins, and I love the very first two bites of fluffy, greasy pancakes when I order them, but by the time I am halfway through the stack, I am already feeling all kinds of regret about not asking for whole wheat toast instead.
So it was once again this afternoon at my co-worker Jeanne K.’s going away lunch. (Jeanne and her hubby Scott–who also works at n-Space with me–are expecting their first child in February, and Jeanne’s maternity leave starts Monday.)
The handheld console game development team piled into three vehicles and took over a corner of the International Drive IHOP. I pored over the menu debating whether I should go for a breakfast meal since I WAS at the International House of Pancakes, or if the grilled chicken sandwich (served with a side of seasoned fries) would be any better. I had a perfectly good grilled chicken salad waiting in the office fridge for my afternoon snack, so the thought of paying $8 for one at IHOP wasn’t appealing.
I finally decided to go with the Harvest Grain and Nut pancake combo with two pancakes, 1 whole egg, 2 whites, and hash browns.
I had the extra egg subbed in for the usual two pieces of fatty breakfast meat. I am running a 5k tomorrow morning with my karaoke buddy Ed (whose birthday, coincidentally, just happens to be January 21, which is why we shall be sporting silly party hats as we do our leisurely fun run), so I figured that the double portion of carbs wouldn’t hurt.
What I SHOULD have done was just order a big fat veggie omelette with just one whole egg and 3-4 whites, no cheese, no sour cream, and a side of plain hash browns, because once I had inhaled the eggs and potatoes, the two little pancakes completely did me in.
How can something that tastes so good with the first bite become so nauseating by the final two? I had the server take away the last two bites before I gave into the sneaky voice from my childhood admonishing me to clean my plate even though I was beyond full.
I just give up. No more restaurant pancakes for me from now on. I will stick to my own WW or oats and cottage cheese low-fat versions at home when I want an Aunt Jemima fix in the future. Even if everyone else at the table is ordering breakfast for lunch, I am going to go for the grilled chicken sandwich and savor the flavor of the condiment of the gods–Ketchup.
It’s been almost 4 hours since I had lunch now, and I’m still not even vaguely hungry.
That just isn’t normal.
Give me back my appetite, you lousy pancakes!
Nutrition: Non-Training Day Menu (with some free meals…obviously)
1: Sliver of leftover strawberry delight birthday cake, 5 roasted walnuts, 1/2 c. Kashi Autumn Harvest wheat biscuit cereal
2: IHOP Harvest grain pancake combo with 1 whole egg and 3 egg whites
3: N/A (Still in a pancake coma)
4: 1/2 Chicken pita pizza
5: 1/2 Chicken pita pizza
6: 4 oz. sauteed tilapia, 3/4 c. cooked brown rice or 2 oz. WW pasta, 1 c. broccoli and B. sprouts
Daily Supplements: multivitamin with iron, calcium 500 + D, 1 T. flaxseed oil or natural peanut butter
Water: 16 cups minimum
8:00 PM Yourself Fitness (60 minutes)
The Awful Truth:
1. Mmm….birthday cakey cake!
1. Restocked wheat bran, walnuts, and almonds from the cheapie granola store.
2. Located missing library tai chi DVD.
3. Deposited checks.
4. Mailed Half.com orders.
5. Got unauthorized $60 charge on Discover Card refunded.
1. Write up CAC meal plan, basics, and rules.
2. Fix remaining issues with Joomla migration at Pinkdumbbells.com.
3. Locate new Events module for PDB.
4. Upgrade Community Builder component at PDB.
5. Set up archived version of The Training Journal forum at PDB from Hershey Girlâ€™s backup.
6. Take starting pics, measurements, and body fat.
7. Stop by parentsâ€™ house and pick up Bally receipt.
8. Get to bed by 11:00 pm so I’ll be well-rested for tomorrow’s 5k.
9. Help Chris with my birthday present–two newly-dug and filled vegetable patches in the side yard.