Seduced by a Cuban

I was just sitting in my office, minding my business when suddenly I realized it was lunchtime, 1:00pm.  I’ve made a decision to bring leftovers of previous night’s dinner to work as my lunch for the follow day.  I was determined to do this yesterday.  I brought in fettuccine with meat sauce and sautéed spinach.  YUM!!  I was ready.  Then one of my coworkers comes towards me with a brown paper bag with what looks like a sandwich wrapped in aluminum foil.  I was curious.  She told me it was indeed a sandwich, Cuban style.  I started to salivate.  I began to feel heart palpitations.  She notices my reaction and offered me half of the sandwich.  At first, my brain told me to say NO.  My stomach also known as Emilio, said, PLEASE?????  I was at a crossroads.  A picture of my doctor appeared in my mind’s eye, saying, “You know what to do and what not to do.”  I had another thought, Jennifer Hudson (skinny version, not Dreamgirl version).  She told me to eat the half of the Cuban style sandwich and track the points appropriately like a good weight watchers member.  Emilio agreed with her (He loves pork).  So my doctor was out numbered (I conveniently left myself out of the equation). 

So I ate half of the sandwich.  I did not feel guilty; I felt good.  That sandwich seduced me.  That slick pork filled buttery goodness took my breath away and filled my tummy with warmth.  I thanked my coworker for sharing.  I tracked the points appropriately just like Jennifer Hudson told me to do.  I was glad she approved.  The moral of this story is simple.  PORK RULES!!!  Seriously, I did indulge in eating the porky sandwich.  I did not overdo it.  I am still in the beginning stages of this transformation.  This is not an excuse, it's reality.  I am working at changing my habits and creating new ones.  It truly was a test.  I don’t think I failed.  I think I at least got a 70. 

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