Home Town (diet killer) Buffet

When someone suggested Home Town Buffet for dinner I innocently said sure, there are tons of options, I can make wise choices.  For goodness sake they have an entire bar for salads, how bad can it be. 

I started with the strawberry almond salad which was seriously lacking in almonds and for some reason had mandarin orange slices in it.  That led me to a bit of fish and a spinach casserole.  Not bad I thoughts, yes there is cheese in the spinach but overall this is a wise choice.  Better than the carrots swimming in butter.  I ate those and took a plate to go see what other wise choices I could make.

Then it happened, a small little voice calling to me from the dessert bar.  I brushed it away like a gnat but it persisted, a man came out from the cleverly hidden dessert bar with a cheesecake and ice cream.  It peaked my interest.,  I went over with a full sized plate just intending to look when that still small voice became a full fledged crack dealer smoothly feeding me lines about how I needed this, how good it would taste, how it would make me feel good. 

All will power vanished and I dived into a scoop of peach cobbler (a weakness for any southerner) and then noticed an apple oatmeal crisp.  The voice told me that I would just have a bite of the peach cobbler and then apples and oatmeal is healthy so that would be a better choice.  Then a man moved away and there where he had been was a chocolaty pile of fudgy, cakey goodness.  I no longer needed the crack dealer voice in my head, I was all in.  My regular size plate was full of yummy, sugary sweet treats.  I would love to say that back at my table I only sampled the things on my plate but a better description would be that I was licking the plate clean when the worker came to collect it. 

Fullness set in, that uncomfortable fullness that tells you that you ate too much.  .  But not just that fullness, a fullness filled with knowledge that you have completely killed your diet today.  Well because I am a woman and need the commissary of friends, I text my 3 diet buddies to confess, no confess is not the right word, to warn them that Home Town Buffet is a diet trap and to avoid it at all cost.  Slowly over the next couple of hours I got 3 texts back all confessing their diet failures that day.  A sense of balance found me, the world was right again.  Diets are meant to slow the intake of too many calories or fat grams or whatever you are counting, but like all the best anarchy songs out there sometimes you just got to fight the system.