I just got back from eating lunch with my Dad. We ended up at a restaurant that I hadn't been to since transitioning to 811. I do still eat SOME cooked foods like brown rice, just with zero oil and zero salt added. I thought, "Well, I can just order the thing I used to order, only with no cheese and no sour cream. I'll be fine."
About three bites into my meal, I knew the food was WAY too greasy. And incredibly salty. It was really awful. To say that it was nasty was an understatement. I simply did NOT remember the food being that way. At ALL. Probably because back then, I couldn't tell the freaking difference. HA!
I ate part of the meal but left a lot of it, because I just couldn't go on, no matter how hungry I was. The nausea kicked in almost immediately, and I had to fight puking the whole way home. Once home, I DID puke. I hate puking.
This was a serious wakeup call that I can no longer get away with "just one more social meal" with my parents, even a modified one. This has been a real source of distress for me because ever since my parents got divorced 31 years ago, my dad has taken me out to eat. Especially since Dad is going to be 83 soon and has a really bad knee, most physical activities are not possible with him now to recenter our social life.
From now on, we're going to have to go places that serve salad, and I'm simply going to have to stick to eating that and that alone. The days of social meals consisting of anything else (other than fruit) are simply over. The body has spoken. Well, at least I got the message before another organ failed this time. Sigh.
So final verdict: Calories at home, social salads and fruit bowls ONLY when eating out. The Body Has Spoken.
I guess the one good thing about all this is, it seems my transition period is over. LOL