My one-week food diary

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Peo­ple al­ways ask me what I like to eat. “Noth­ing spe­cial,” I al­ways say. Here’s the ev­i­dence.

Mon­day:

Break­fast is a choco­late-mint pro­tein bar that makes me gag. I wash it down with le­mon-gin­ger tea. I rarely eat lunch be­fore 2 or 3 p.m, usu­ally at Pan­era Bread just be­fore I go to LA Fit­ness at Ans­ley Mall. I al­ways get half a steak-and-arugula sand­wich, with­out onion, on flat­bread, warmed on the panini press. Chips. Wa­ter. Less than $7. Low calo­ries, high pro­tein.

From Pan­era, I walk to Star­bucks and or­der a triple-espresso mac­chi­ato with ex­tra foam to-go. I carry it with me to the gym and sip it at a ta­ble out­side the locker room while I write my work­out plan for the day.

Din­ner is usu­ally around 8 or 9. To­day, I go to Ta­que­ria del Sol on Cheshire Bridge. I usu­ally go only at lunchtime, but I don’t want to miss this week’s spe­cial – jam­bal­aya made with hatch green chiles that su­per­charge the spici­ness.

Same break­fast and lunch as Mon­day, ex­cept I also buy a palm-sized cookie at Pan­era. I ra­tio­nal­ize this be­cause I didn’t eat any “added sugar” the day be­fore. That’s right, I re­ward my­self with sugar for not eat­ing sugar. I grab my drink at Star­bucks and head to my ta­ble at the gym.

For din­ner, I cook a pork ten­der­loin in a cast-iron pan on the stove and top it with this weird Korean stuff called Honey Citron Tea. On the side: some mashed pota­toes, turnip greens and an av­o­cado. I eat a whole av­o­cado nearly ev­ery day. I have no idea why.

I skip the pro­tein bar and toast two crum­pets from Trader Joe’s and slather them with le­mon curd. Not a sin­gle gram of pro­tein. I lunch most Wed­nes­days with two friends. This week we go to Masti, the crazy-good In­dian street-food café in Toco Hills Shop­ping Cen­ter. I head to the gym. I sigh. I do some work in­stead. Din­ner Wed­nes­day night is al­ways the same: the chicken pi­catta spe­cial at Grant Cen­tral.

I ate too much yes­ter­day. No break­fast to­day. Lunch will be at Green Sprout Veg­e­tar­ian Cui­sine. So healthy. Bean sprouts and shaved car­rots wrapped in thin, crunchy tofu skin. I rush to the gym, feel­ing su­per-aer-

Tues­day: Wed­nes­day: Thurs­day:

obic, then rush home to do some work, then de­cide to make a salad for din­ner. I even go to bed early. At 2 a.m., I am in front of the open re­frig­er­a­tor, ab­so­lutely rav­en­ous. I throw straw­ber­ries, grapes and black­ber­ries into a bowl with some crème fraiche. I eat a can­taloupe.

This is my heavy eat­ing day. I go to lunch with a friend and din­ner with three or four oth­ers. Lunch is at At­mos­phere. The restau­rant of­fers a two-course lunch for $15. I al­ways get the same thing: a small plate of char­cu­terie and a croque mon­sieur. That’s cold cuts and a gi­gan­tic grilled cheese sand­wich in English. I wad­dle to the gym with my espresso and be­gin swap­ping texts with friends to de­cide where we’re go­ing to dine tonight. We de­cide to make the jour­ney to Muss & Turner’s in Smyrna. Many re­gard this as the best deli in the metro area. Though the din­ner menu of­fers dishes like craw­fish car­bonara, grilled oc­to­pus and chichar­rones, I am crav­ing the Reuben. I eat the whole thing, plus sam­ple the hum­mus and the pi­mento cheese. I’m ag­o­niz­ingly full. None­the­less, I take a brownie home to eat at 2 a.m.

Be­lieve it or not, I rarely eat more than one meal on week­end days. Ac­tu­ally, I of­ten fast on Sun­day. That prob­a­bly has some­thing to do with the fact that I sel­dom get out of bed on Sun­day.

Fri­day: Satur­day and Sun­day:

Cliff Bostock is a for­mer psy­chother­a­pist now spe­cial­iz­ing in life coach­ing. Con­tact him at 404-518-4415 or cliff­bo­stock@gmail.com.

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