While I like most of the food on the Jenny Craig plan, and I love having a calorie-balanced treat like the double chocolate cake or cookies and cream cheesecake, I really don’t enjoy eating it in public. It raises too many questions and comments.
I was at a meal recently where I decided that there simply would not be enough healthy choices, so I took along the tuna salad kit.
Here’s what happened:
I go through the buffet line with my family and help my youngest get his burger and sliced cheese, oven fries, and chocolate pudding. I think about scooping a fingerful of pudding on my way to our table but resist the urge – not because I’m not wonderfully disciplined but because I know he’ll make a scene and reveal to anyone within earshot that I don’t have discipline. It’s kind of silly to worry about that, really, with the kind of weight I’m working on losing. I obviously don’t have discipline or I wouldn’t look like this.
Anyway, the fear of public embarrassment keeps me on the straight and narrow. As my son and husband dig into their meals, I work to peel off the cardboard seal on the top of my tuna kit. Several attempts later, I decide to employ the use of a plastic knife. A couple of jabs and I’m finally in. I pull out the tiny tina can and pull the top off. The pop as the seal breaks startles the couple sitting across from us.
"Oh, whatcha go there?" the man asks.
"That don’t look like enough tuna salad for a baby," he says.
"It’s pretty good."
"Don’t look it. I’m having a purty good burger here. You oughta have a burger."
What do you say that? Hon, I’ve already had too many burgers in my lifetime. I can’t afford another one today. I just smile and scoop up a wee bite of the tuna on a cracker.
His wife looks over at my meal. "Are you on a diet?"
No, I want to say. I’m just special. Of course I’m on a diet. What a question.
Instead I smile. "Yes. Trying to lose a few pounds."
"Oh, honey, you look fine already," she says.
My BMI is in the obese range, and I’m half as wide as I am tall. I do not look fine.
This goes on for the entire meal. I finally can’t take anymore and excuse myself, chucking the empty wrappers in the trash as I leave the dining hall.
Next time, I’m just getting the burger to push around on my plate. I’ll eat the tuna in the car after we’re finished.