Friday, August 2, 2013

Ice Coffee Hot Water

It is July. It was 4:00pm. It was my second hour with clients in Epcot and the sun was hot, my friends. I was roasting as I walked, keeping pace with the clients who took decided to turn right and walk a mile to get to the place that was a five minute walk if they had turned left. Note to self: client's need to be checked for maps.

Anyway, I had 15 minutes where I could either broil some more in the sun or go into the Norwegian bakery and order an iced coffee. I was really looking forward to the ice cold and wanted the tabu whipped cream they pile on top of iced coffee.

I am asked for my order. I say I want an ice coffee. They ask me what flavor and point to the small sign listing four flavors. Four flavors that sound cloyingly sweet. I pause and take the time to realize all four will had mean that there is loads of sugar in the iced coffee. I ask if they have plain iced coffee. They don't. I ask which flavor is the least sweet. A five minute conversation in Norwegian ensues between two workers as they debate the answer to my question. He finally answers me with 'Chocolate mocha.'  

I pause again. I realize I mis-phrased the question. I should have asked with flavor has the least added sugar. These neophytes of food composition have not the slightest idea that there is probably more sugar in the chocolate mocha flavor because the acidity of chocolate must be counteracted to produce a sweet flavor. In this pause I also realize that, without even tasting any of the flavors, I am facing four drinks full of sugar and have no earthly reason to need that sugar in my body. I don't even want anything sweet. I want cold and wet. I wanted the whipped cream but I don't need the collateral damage - and lets face it, thunder thighs Jane - you don't need the whipped cream, either. 

I ask for a diet coke.

Fast forward to yesterday. I find myself in new hot water when I am buying almond milk. Next to the containers of  unsweetened almond milk are the flavored coffee creamers - chemicals and fats but I didn't care. I see if any are free of hydrogenated oils.  I decide to see if any are sugar free. One brand fits both labels. There is a sugar free french vanilla and sugar free hazelnut.  It only comes in the larger size.I buy the sugar free hazelnut and make myself an ice coffee at home. Then I make a second. When I am making dinner last evening I realize if I pour this stuff over ice and espresso flavored vodka and splash a little heavy cream over the top, I can make a delicious 'sugar free' White Russian.

I throw away the creamer. It is not wasting food - chemicals and fats are not 'food.' It is not wasting money when I learn from the experience. I realize the aftertaste of the flavoring was nasty.

Even with the best intentions, I have to maintain consistent vigilance  in keeping the pounds off.

So be it.

Do you fight with yourself?



Unknown said...

Hi Jane! Well, I was reading along and it didn't seem like you to buy that creamer. And that didn't feel quite right--and then you threw it away. Jane truly being Jane. Good story with good eating morals too. :D

Vickie said...

I think of the process you describe as setting the taste buds (and therefore the WANTS) up for a really hard time. Much easier to live with taste buds (and therefore WANTS) with realistic (whole food, real food) expectations.