And now, I’m going to take a moment to beat myself up. Bear with me.
My dad got tickets to tonight’s Blue Wahoos game a couple of weeks ago. The Blue Wahoos are our local baseball team, for those that have no idea what could have such a ridiculous name. I braced myself for it. I planned to totally have an awesome time and stay on plan. I looked up what are good choices to make for stadium food. I made my choices. Even put them in my tracker last night so I knew what to expect.
Right? I was awesome. I was stellar. I was being very good. My mom was very proud of me.
And Then I Ate Everything
I had already made plans I was going to have a hot dog at the ballpark. Because a hot dog at the stadium is goddamn delicious, am I right? I looked up the points, and the points for the toppings, and I was good.
And then there was a Dippin’ Dots vendor.
Dippin’ Dots is actually rather okay for Weight Watchers. I ate my hot dog, and then looked up on my app what kind of Dippin’ Dots I could have based on the flavors they had. Chose my flavor, off I went. The Dippin’ Dots, thankfully, were prepackaged into a serving size and were rather small. I actually didn’t decide to get some until I saw people walking by with the little baggies. Had Dippin’ Dots. Survived.
And then Dad bought a bucket of popcorn.
For those of you not in the know, popcorn doesn’t seem that bad. Popcorn is actually recommended when it’s reduced fat and air popped, like Orville Redenbacher brand. Stadium popcorn is a whole other thing. Cooked in oil, slathered in salt and butter. It’s a bomb in disguise. And I don’t even like popcorn.
I ate four fistfuls. Didn’t look at my tracker because I knew I blew it then.
And then the mascots were throwing hot dogs into the crowd. And the guy one row behind me caught it. It turns out he just wanted to catch something but didn’t want it. The guy behind him didn’t want it either. I said I’d take it. I noticed it was smaller than the other hot dog I had, and I didn’t go get condiments for it.
And I ate it.
Eating from Boredom
I know what you’re saying, it’s impossible to be bored at a baseball game. But you would be very surprised. I brought nothing to keep my hands busy because I petrified from getting clocked with a foul ball and being distracted. I could have written at least three or four chapters of my work-in-progress Switchblade Symphony in my Moleskine notebook if I just brought it.
I walked around a bit. Got a blanket from the car because it was effin’ cold. And bought two bottles of water and chugged them. I had drunk three bottles of water during the game.
I know for me when I keep busy, I don’t crave anything. I’m not hungry. And that’s good. When I sit and stare at things, like the TV or a ballgame moving at a glacial pace, I get snacky. I need to get my ass up and move.
The other day, I was having an “eating due to boredom” day, and I recognized it for what it was. Instead of keeping at it, I got dressed and headed to the gym. An hour and a half later, my cravings vaporized.
Going to make yourself busy is the key. There’s a lot of interesting things to see at the Maritime Park. When you sit, you see lots of people eating around you, and suddenly you want what they have. I wanted a snow cone, but that was vetoed due to Mom’s awesome logic that I don’t have the tolerance for sweets like I used to. She didn’t want me to spend six bucks, eat three bites, and feel sick. She had a point.
The Good News
The good news is my ass is going back to the gym tomorrow. And the next time I’m at a ballgame, I need to walk around before dozing off and getting hungry at a slow baseball game.