Chicago Tribune
After we had run most of our errands this afternoon, we stopped at The Dari for lunch. Last time, I ate like a pig, doing everything except lick my plate because it all tasted so good.
THIS TIME, I thanked the waitress for bringing my plate, and asked if she would bring me a doggie bag. She asked, “Large or small?” I said, “Large, please.” She brought it right out. Before I touched a bite of anything on my plate, I divided each thing in half, putting one half of my meal into the doggie bag. THEN I cleaned the plate.
I don’t feel stuffed now. I didn’t exceed my quota for lunch calories. I don’t have to feel guilty. The doggie bag goodies are now in a freezer-safe container marked with my initials + ‘dinner’ for another day.
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