I met MB this evening and we decided to go for dinner together. This was something in the past that we used to do fairly regularly, something we both thoroughly enjoyed and was always our evening out of choice. Neither of us are film buffs and so we never go to the cinema; MB is not hugely into the theatre or live music, and I'm really not fussed about heading over to the Emirates and shouting myself hoarse at a bunch of muppets chasing a ball on a Saturday afternoon. But meals out, well that was our thing. That and watching Come Dine With Me (see, even there is a food link).
However, since MB (and now me too) joined Ferriss on this mission to become a superhuman, all that has stopped. We rarely go for dinner these days, mostly because cheat days are saved to be used for family get togethers or when MB is going to football, or has work things to attend etc, and heaven knows we can't have two cheats in one week, that would never do.
So tonight, almost giddy with anticipation, we decided to go for a Mexican meal as I had heard that is the most SCD friendly option. Right? Wrong. It was a disaster.
Firstly, having taken our drinks order, a plate of complimentary tortillas and salsa was placed on the table. Having tried to ignore them I eventually picked one up and sniffed it. At the point I knew was I not going to be able to stop myself from licking them I told the waiter to take them away. He looked at me as if I was mental.
But then it got worse. We started reading the menu.
There was nothing on there Ferriss would have approved of. Everything in the place was either covered in sticky sauce (banned as sugars), sour cream or cheese (banned as dairy), coated in breadcrumbs (banned as evil), or came served with rice and tortilla chips. Now call me old fashioned, but chilli con carne just aint right without the carne. And Nachos aint right without the tortillas, cheese and sour cream. And fajitas would surely fall apart without the tortilla wrap... can you see my dilemma?
So we decided to simply do the best we could do. We shared tequila chicken wings to start (I'm sure the tequila sauce should have been on the banned list but they appeared the less of the three chicken wing evils) but other than eating the napkins and table decorations it was never going to be 100% Ferriss friendly. He doesn't do, pleasure, Tim.
For mains I was really stuck. MB chose the sticky ribs (strangely enough, he has turned out to be a bit of a slacker on the rules and I am the SCD nazi) and substituted his jacket potato for refried beans - which I hate - and I chose some BBQ chicken breast thing. Mine also came with some sort of sticky coating and cheese (I know, I know, don't hate me) but seriously, there was nothing, but nothing on there I wanted to eat! I forfeited the fries for a side salad. Yay me... We also both had coleslaw (banned cause of mayo) and corn on the cob (banned for no apparent reason).
So all in all, Ferriss ruined my night out. I didnt enjoy the selection process (I found it very stressful), I didn't enjoy the food as not only did I end up eating stuff I would never normally have picked, it was still not 100% right for SCD and I didnt even come away feeling virtuous for sticking to the plan.
So, that's it. No more mexican for me.
However, there is an upside. I have a newfound respect for MB's willpower. How in donkey's kingdom he has stuck to this regime since February is beyond me. I know there has been the odd day here and there where he has "cheated", but I can see there are occasions where this is utterly impossible to avoid. So, hats (or sombreros) off to ya MB - you're a tough cookie and I luvs ya all the more for it!!!!
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