I really like food. I’m currently staying at a lovely hotel that does excellent food. I “just” had a starter, main course and pudding. No bread. No nibbles. And a bottle of beer. The food was really great.
Yet I feel uncomfortably full. This is not uncommon when I eat out. So many tempting items on the menu.
I’m — let’s not deny it — overweight. Although I’m “only” a 42 inch waist, when I went shopping for trousers at my favourite clothes store yesterday (they had a special sale on) they literally had nothing that fit me. I was more outraged than humiliated, but maybe there was a lesson being taught.
My June trip to WDW is based around ADRs. Indeed, a significant chunk of the budget is for ADRs. But I make fairly good money. I have some credit card debt, which I’m servicing appropriately (all of it at 0%), but I have savings, too. I’m financially responsible only for myself and my dog.
One of my ADRs is V&A and one of the things I’ve been pondering is — seven courses or ten? As I sit here feeling fat and overfull, I realise the answer to that question has to be seven — and I accept that even that sounds grotesquely indulgent.
I think where I’m going with this is that I need to make better choices — both for my financial and physical health. It’s got to be starter or dessert — not both. This — at WDW — will also have the benefit that I’ll spend less time in restauarants, so I’ll have more time to tour. I may even review — this is not a time to joke about my changing my mind! — some of my ADRs.
Where this will be especially challenging is next year when I’m on the (free) DDP. That includes three courses for the TS meals. If I only have two courses I’ll feel like I’m wasting money — even though the plan is free.
As I write this I’m feeling an odd mix of shame and liberation.
I’d be interested in your views.
Oh, PS An interesting thing happened on the way here. I stopped off at McDonald’s and had lunch in the car. The dog and I shared some McNuggets and I had a cheeseburger and fries. I was about halfway through the the fries when they fell off my lap onto the floor. I’d enjoyed the fries I’d eaten so far and it felt like the universe was telling me, “you’ve enjoyed what you’ve had — you don’t need any more.”