Short version, busy tonight.
We had brunch today with a family we've known for many years, since before Francis and I even started dating. He is a deacon at our old church, and she is the church secretary. Wonderful people. They invited us to come and eat with them, their middle son, his wife and their toddler. I didn't have the heart to say, "Sure, we'll come, but I just can't eat anything you make, so I'll bring all my own food. 'Kay?" This woman is known for her hospitality, and I just couldn't bring myself to snub her food like that.
Long story short, I brought some muffins that I knew Baby Belle would be able to eat, so I had one of those and did the best I could with everything else - which included white potatoes, and a mayo-based salad dressing.
The bad news: My tummy isn't happy. The good news: I'm not feeling "guilty" or like I "cheated". I feel like I navigated the situation rather well, and it in no way made me want to go off the rails. I'm calling it a success.
Breakfast: One and a half banana muffins.
Lunch: One muffin, one (approved) Italian sausage (the same brand we always buy), a small scoop of roasted potatoes, and a serving of Seven Layer Salad. I just tried to scoop from the bottom of the bowl - the parts everyone else missed - so I got mostly spinach, celery, water chestnuts and a little bit of bacon. There was some dressing on it, but I'm pretty sure I bypassed the cheese. Two cups of coffee with coconut milk.
Supper: A chicken leg, sliced cucumber and cherry tomatoes.
Snacks: Another one and a half muffins, a banana with a handful of walnuts. A cup of licorice tea.