Beware the Free Dinner Coupon!

I returned last weekend from one of the most enjoyable and informative motivational speaking events ever!  I learned a lot from the doctors who spoke, I laughed a lot at the closing keynote speaker’s stories but I did not enjoy ANY of the food while I was there.  I promise you I am not that picky of an eater but every meal was just dripping with potential for a great story to add to my next speech!

Here’s one I’m working on:

“Welcome to the Remoulada Inn (some names have been changed to protect the innocent).  Please enjoy a complimentary Chef’s Special dinner in our restaurant!”  How nice!   I had just met the other speaker, Lisa, in the lobby as she was checking in and she decided to just go ahead and haul her travel bags into the dining room to share the meal with me.  Great!  I liked her immediately.

“Would you like potato salad or beef noodle soup tonight?” said the cute, young waitress.

“Oh honey, I can’t have that.  I’m fat!” chimed Lisa with a sweet Tennessee smile.

“Do you have a salad?”  I asked.

“No.”  That’s it, just “no”.

Since I couldn’t see myself chomping down on potato salad for an appetizer I asked, “Is the soup home made?”  I figure, I’m in Michigan, these people know how to make hearty, warming soups if anybody does.  The whole “when in Rome” mentality, you know.

“Oh yes!”  the Hooters server wannabe said, enthusiastically. “It’s delicious!”

Both Lisa and I ordered the soup and continued to get to know one another and we’re laughing when….the soup came.  Or should I say the bowl of oil came.  Seriously, 1/4″ of yellow oil floated on top of swollen elbow macaroni.  When I spooned into the slick a brown chunk bobbed to the surface.  OK,  does everyone know what Gefilte fish looks like?  This was the brown cow version.  As I continued folding the oil into the broth I noticed 3 tiny orange flecks that I assumed was carrot.  Lisa and I looked at each other, each sizing up the other’s reaction as to what was just served to us.  I’ll try one bite just because I remember the old Fear Factor show and knew I could manage one bite.  Suffice it to say that 1 bite was enough.  Lisa concurred.

Our Chef’s Special turned out to be…drum roll… Goulash.  “Um, I think its noodles and meat and tomatoes or something,” mused our culinary-clueless waitress. Hmm, more overcooked noodles, brown mystery meat and canned tomatoes.  So you can imagine how happy I was to learn that there was a vegetarian alternative!  My mind was bursting with visions of  brightly colored, seasonal vegetables.  I didn’t even care if they were overcooked!

“Eggplant Parmesan,” the young Nurse Rachet said (did I mention I get a little cranky when I’m starving?).  We decided to try it since nothing else was being offered on the free ticket.

“So Polly, when you see a dish of food, can you tell how many fat grams are in it?” inquired Lisa, who truly was searching for a better way to make healthy choices for herself and her family.  I told her that I guess-tamate almost everything I put in my mouth, whithout even being conscious of doing it.  I keep a loose running tally on my daily intake so I’m never surprised if I gain a few or lose a few because I can tell you just where I’ve overindulged or where I’ve cut back.  And then the dish arrived.

“About 90 grams,” I said.  I guessed that the eggplant slice was submerged under the breading that was under the tomato that was under the cheese that was under the oil.  Another 1/4 inch of oil folks.  I am not exaggerating.

Lisa and I left the table after leaving a tip for the poor porter of petrol and we parted ways; assuring each other we’d be fine until breakfast.  We may not have filled up on food but we were both nourished from our new bond of friendship.  After settling into my room and brewing a cup of decaf green tea provided, I mused on the idea that nourishment doesn’t come from food alone.  And then I  remembered a snack bag of seeds I’d packed in my pocketbook  and I smiled because…

…that’s another story.

From your reflective motivational speaker, Polly Pitchford.

 

 

About

Motivational Speaker Polly Pitchford didn’t always know the phytochemical benefits of kale, in fact, those words weren’t even in her vocabulary 30 years ago. Neither did she see any reason to do jumping jacks on a cement surface for an hour. But all it took was a chance vegetarian cooking class and some high-energy music to open her eyes upon a whole new world of healthy living. For 30 years Polly has practiced, studied, taught, educated and lived a healthy lifestyle that makes her such a powerful speaker.

Polly’s down-to-Earth and humorous approach mirrors her own lifelong journey to lasting, positive changes. The audience walks away with tangible plans for improving their health and their lives through food, fitness and fun.
To book Motivational Speaker Polly Pitchford, call 941-685-7725 or visit her at http://www.pollypitchfordmotivationalspeaker.com/

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Comments

  1. Ha ha ha ha ha!!!  Polly, motivational speakers are supposed to give us all these great stories of things that happen to them – and this one is fabulous since we have ALL had this happen in a restaurant!!  I LOVED the image of the “poor porter of petrol!!”” OMG!!  Hysterically funny!  And the quarter inch of oil everywhere….  Loved it.  Thank you for shining a light on a situation that we can ALL relate to! 

  2. Oh way way way too funny!!!!! “Poor porter of petrol” was my favorite line too! (Great minds do think alike). I love it when you show us your funny side Polly. Thanks for sharing. Can’t WAIT to read the post about the seeds.

  3. Tune in tomorrow!

  4. I’m always motivated to make better choices after reading your blogs Polly!

  5. That’s fantastic, Colette!  Any you are one of the ones who already thinks twice before diving into the jelly-filled donut! 

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