Year One: Maybe Not Every Time

Year One chronicles the trials and double-unders of a first-year CrossFitter. For more Year One posts, click here.

So my second of three goals for the year is this: Choose a healthier option two times a week. After that, do whatever you want.

  “DAAAAA LIFE-THREATENING PORTIONS AND INGREDIENTS!”

 

“DAAAAA LIFE-THREATENING PORTIONS AND INGREDIENTS!”

Meaning, when Pastor Aaron has a lunch meeting during the week, maybe he doesn’t have to order Ole Jim’s Heart Attack Chili Burger with a side of garlic parmesan fries. Yes, it’s Chicago. Yes, in Chicago this is what you’re supposed to do. But maybe, just maybe, I could not do that every time.

Well, I’ve put this little diddy into practice, and I thought I’d pass on some observations. 

1. You Pay More: I know this is kinda obvious, but if I’m looking to down the right amount of protein, fat, and healthy carbs, I almost always have to order extra protein. Or say, “Yeah, I’ll have two of those, but please hold [half of the entree].” Protein is just harder to come by. 

2. You Have To Leave Stuff on The Plate: Why is this so hard for me? I see the whole wheat slices. I know I don’t really want them. They actually look kind of soggy. And I’ve been Starting With Food [link] long enough to be able to know exactly how it will make me bleh later. Why can’t I just leave it on the plate to be thrown away? Or remember to tell them when I order? I blame the Great Depression. Seriously!

"'Scuse me, miss? I ordered this with two dollops of Crisco? I only see one dollup here. Can you do something about that?"

"'Scuse me, miss? I ordered this with two dollops of Crisco? I only see one dollup here. Can you do something about that?"

3. You Have To Go To Chipotle and Whole Foods, Even in Chicago: I know, I know: go to Chipotle, and you might be ingesting cow lip collagen, or silicone chicken breast implants, or who knows what else. Reader challenge: find me somewhere else that can give me what I need as cheaply. I’m begging you. And not in Manhattan. Not that cute place just south of the Golden Gate Bridge. Here. In Chicago. In Lincoln Park or closely. So I can keep fighting the good fight against the Heart Attack Chili Burger. Do it for Pastor Aaron.

4. You Do Feel Better: If your job, like mine, involves eating out (or, you’re in your twenties, which also, I’m told, involves eating out), give this goal a whirl. I’m really surprised at how big of a difference this small tweak is making.