Clean Your Plate Billy!

My parents were not clean your plate kind of people. Why is it then that I feel compelled to eat everything I'm served. Even when I know its too much. For instance I love Jimmy John's number twelve Beach Club. It is turkey breast, provolone cheese, avocado, sliced cucumber, sprouts, lettuce, tomato, and mayo on a white roll. One tasty sandwich. Add salt and vinegar chips and a coke and I'm in heaven. The calorie count on this concoction is overwhelming. I was trying to do weight watchers a few months back and I calculated the points value at around eighteen for just the sandwich. That's about half my allotted points per day. So I'd eat half the sandwich and save the rest for the next day. It was a little soggy and less than tasty after twenty-four hours in the fridge so I stopped doing that.

Now I eat the whole thing. My waistline be damned. What I want to do is eat half and throw away the rest. I just can't bring myself to do it though. It feels like such a waste. I paid for the whole thing I should eat the whole thing right? What if I thought about it like this. The point of eating is to not be hungry and get enough calories to continue at my level of activity. If that is half of what is typically served to me at every single restaurant in America so be it. Half the meal served its purpose. I'm not wasting my money. I am wasting food though. There are hungry children in Africa after all. My other half of a Chuychanga is going to be pretty nasty before it gets to them though. If I eat the whole thing it's not going to help them anyway and its going to make me fat. Where is the sense in that?