Things were going so well, yesterday. I made my own breakfast and lunch and, by the time I got home yesterday I had about 1,100 calories left in my budget for the day. So I had a fudgesicle with my son, taking me down to about 1,000 calories, and I figured that I’d be fine.
Then, it turned out that I was going to need to eat dinner out because we had a few errands to run. No problem, I thought. I’ve got a thousand calories left in my budget and we’re going to Panera. That should be easy. So I order their chicken tortellini alfredo, which clocks in at 750 calories, and I get a cookie as well. One single cookie, not even all that big. I’ll be fine, I thought. It’ll be in the neighborhood of 200 calories, so I’ll make budget with no problem.
You can see where this is going, right? It turns out that the cookie I got, one of the shortbread cookies decorated to look like a pumpkin, comes in at 450 calories. Ouch.
Now, this isn’t a slam on Panera by any stretch of the imagination. It’s not like they held me down and forced the cookie into my mouth or anything. And heck, they even display the calorie content of the food right on the menu, next to the price. I’m the one that ate it before checking.
The point? Look first, eat second.