Some days, it’s the most trivial of discoveries that makes my day. For those of you new to this blog, please allow me to introduce you to The FRANwich.
It may seem to be nothing more than a slice of thin bread, a slice of provolone, hard salami and a smear of mustard, and you’d be correct.
This was the starter to my day every day of the work-week. I’d bring in the ingredients, pop the “Deli Flats” into the toaster in the office and put together my 6 point breakfast. It never varied with the exception of the occasional slice of tomato and possibly a leaf of basil. I’d pack a large container of fresh fruit and snack on it throughout the morning.
Lunch was the salad bar at the office or in one of the Asian salad bar restaurants a few blocks away and I’d finish lunch with a small Weight Watchers dessert bar. Dinner was a few ounces of chicken, fish, pork or meat with a vegetable and a small carb, often quinoa or farro and I’d finish with a Weight Watchers frozen dessert.
On weekends, I’d usually whip up a poached egg and tortilla breakfast to vary the routine and I’d stick to salad for lunch and a reasonable dinner like the weekdays.
I was happy. I didn’t really ever feel like I was depriving myself. I liked the challenge and this routine helped me lose 26 lbs. It took longer than I’d hoped, but I was feeling good about myself and was healthier for it, so while I had more to lose, I wasn’t sweating the time amount of time I’d invested in the process.
And last week was the breaking point, the trigger. Feeling uncomfortable in my clothes made me angry and I decided it was time to get back on the wagon. I’d put back every single one of those hard earned lost 26 lbs. right back on in the world of rice, beans, tortillas and plantains in the 8 months since moving here and I was angry with myself. So last week I began a regimen of fresh fruit for breakfast and a grilled chicken salad for lunch everyday from the café at the office. The only thing missing was the FRANwich! Well, that and the Weight Watchers bars and frozen desserts.
Today all that changed. My new friend Stuart took me to a supermarket I hadn’t been to before and within moments of walking in the door I spotted my salvation — the Deli Flat or Deli Round or Bread Thin or whatever you call it (depending on brand). I was so excited and I know my shopping companion could not understand my rabid eagerness to throw a couple of bags of the 100 calorie, high in fiber packages in my cart. I mean who gets excited about processed bread that got so many preservatives it can handle months in the pantry before it’s inedible?
I do! I am now officially on the wagon. Just you wait and see. In a few months I will be back to the pre-Honduras me and shopping for clothes again rather than wooden coasters and trinkets.
Jalapeño Poppers, you’re a thing of the past and rice, I love you, but you don’t need to adorn every meal by the cups-full.
Next step? Getting into that state-of-the-art gym down by the pool.
I want to feel like this again — this was me a few weeks after moving here before the local diet took hold.