I stared at the screen of my cell phone in horror. I'm buyin u lunch/dinner for ur birthday. And u gotta get something other than a salad. His words seemed impossible. "Damn, Jon, i thought we were friends..." i muttered as i replied with an Ok to make it seem like no big deal.
"What am i gonna do, Ana?" i asked as my hands shook. (Panic attacks over food are not fun at all.)
"First off, settle the fuck down! Breathe."
I nodded, and did my best to obey. "Ok, but then what?!"
She laughed a little bit. "You're not listening to me, sweetie. Chill. It's not that hard. You just gotta pick a restaurant and do your research on it. Find the most low-cal, non-salad and get that. You can even eat only half of it if you need to. Now settle yourself down and pick a restaurant."
I nodded and typed a restaurant name into the search bar on my computer. "Nutrition," i whispered and clicked the button. "Low fat options. Awesome." I clicked that button. "Woah... How does something with 760 Calories make it into the low fat section? 480... That shouldn't sound like a lot, but it does..." I kept browsing. "Ok, best option that i'd actually be able to get away with at Olive Garden is the Venetian Chicken at 280 Calories at lunch or 380 Calories at dinner."
I typed in another restaurant name and browsed those options. "Ugh. Forget it. I can't find anything. He won't let me get soup."
Ana laughed again. "Jo, CHILL! Just go with the chicken and you'll be fine." She hugged me. "You can do this, girl. You'll be fine."
I sighed. "Ok. You're right. I've got this."
Yet to come...