Welp, I had a bit of a slip up today. But you would have too if you were in my shoes — trust me.
Here’s how it happened. The Delta Gamma kitchen is always good for producing the tastiest, fattiest, greasiest foods a girl could ever want, so I knew going into the Founders Day dinner that the buffet would be fully stocked with temptation. I almost made it through without consuming an exorbitant amount of calories. I honestly tried my best — my best just wasn’t good enough.
It all started when I walked up to the buffet and saw the chicken kiev, affectionately called “squirty chicken” by my Dee Gee sisters. It glistened in all of it’s breaded, cheesy, chickeny glory and as my mouth watered thinking about the delicious combination that is broccoli cheddar packed inside breaded chicken, I was able to take a small piece of steak instead.
Next up were the side dishes. I had a choice between a waxy, boiled vegetable medley and Sandra’s special potatoes. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of experiencing this heart attack in a pan, Sandra’s special potatoes are made of cheese, butter, garlic, potatoes and love. It happens to be my favorite dish served at the Deeg (yes, above ribs, mac ‘n’ cheese, pulled pork, calzones, grilled cheese and every other heavenly dish to grace the buffet). I couldn’t say no. So, I took about a half of a cup of veggies and a tablespoon of potatoes (just enough for a taste) and continued down the line.
Even though my plate was looking pretty bare, I was able to pass up the rolls. Just as I was about to second-guess my decision to do without the bread and butter, Sam Lueders came to the rescue with a huge bowl of salad. I thanked my lucky stars and helped myself to about a cup of lettuce (since it already had the dressing on it).
I sat down and enjoyed my meal while talking to a Dee Gee alumna. I sort of stared while other girls ate their squirty chicken and potatoes, but I felt good about my decision to avoid temptation and stay semi-healthy. It was a personal victory.
And then, it all went to hell. I went back for a small second serving of potatoes and as I sat down, my dear house mom, T, cleared the buffet for dessert. Out came four trays of chocolate chip cookie-muffins and a tub of ice cream. I thought about leaving right then and there, because it all just looked too good. Then I decided a small scoop of ice cream never hurt anyone and went up to get some.
As I watched the melted chocolate chips gleam against the soft cookie dough, I kept my eye on the ice cream and made it past three trays. It was only when I got to the fourth tray and caught a whiff of the fresh-baked treat from heaven that I realized the temptation had won. I grabbed a cookie-muffin and accepted my defeat.
By the time Christine Schufreider proclaimed, “You almost made it!” I had already accepted that this almost-better-than-sex chocolate chip cookie-muffin a la mode that I was about to indulge in would be worth it in the end.
I only added about a third of a cup of ice cream and I left about a quarter of the cookie uneaten, but it really didn’t make up for the fact that I just maxed out my caloric intake for the day.
I might do an extra cardio session to make up for the not-Jillian-approved dessert —maybe.
Only sort of sorry,
Samantha