Hubby and I have been living in the Land of Low Carb for about three and a half weeks now, learning a whole new way of eating in hopes that we can get healthier and lose some weight. We've been eating things we never knew we liked, experimenting with different veggies and fruits, eating lots of different meats and finding recipes for low-carb and no-carb desserts along the way. It's been interesting and challenging, but we're getting by and we haven't killed each other yet. We both miss our breads and sweets, but it's been surprisingly easy so far and we're seeing results.
Hubby loves him some Starbucks. He has especially been addicted to the sickeningly sweet, high-calorie, mega-fat drinks that have tons of sugar, heavy cream, are caramel-laden, topped with whipped cream and more caramel drizzled on top. How he drinks them, I don't know! It's enough to send me to the moon and back twelve times.
The other day we were out bumping around in the jeep and we passed a Starbucks. He said, "I sure wish we could have a coffee," and I said, "Well, we can! You just need to learn a new way of ordering." I know he didn't trust me at first, but we pulled into the drive-thru and I told him what to order. He can pretty much have close to what he's used to having "taste-wise" but without all the sugar and fat. We ordered a skinny vanilla latte on ice and when he took his first sip, a look of disbelief crossed his face and he continued to sip away. See, I told you you'd like it!
Well, this past week he's been working a construction job in Nashville with a buddy of his, and yesterday he got a hankerin' for another Starbucks. He pulled in and ordered two of the skinny vanilla lattes, frozen. One for him, and one for his buddy. When they got up to the window, the server took one look at the two of them and her jaw dropped. She said, "Whoa! Are these for you? You don't look like the type that would be drinking these!" Hubby's buddy said, "What the heck did you order?" and the lady said, "These are froo-froo drinks!" and again, the buddy said louder, "What the HECK did you order?! Change mine to a plain, black coffee! I ain't drinkin' no froo-froo drink!"
As Hubby took the drinks from the server and handed over his cash, he grinned and told her, "I'm drinkin' it and I don't mind throwin' down with anyone who wants to take me on!" (Okay, Mr. Tough Guy!) He shoved the second drink in his buddy's hands and said, "You're drinking it, I just paid $7 for these things!" and off they drove. As they were pulling out of the parking lot, Hubby said to his buddy, "Never again, never again!" I think he was beyond mortified.
I laughed and laughed when he told me this story later that night when he got home. I would have loved to see the look on that ladies' face when she saw these two brawny manly-men that had ordered these girlie drinks. I was so proud of Hubby for sticking to the plan, even though it caused him some embarrassment. He always finds a way to make me giggle every day!
