Guiltless = Gutless?

I used to think the best job in the world would be oiling up cabana boys. Pshaw. A little bit older and a little bit wiser. And now I know if there is oil and there is a cabana boy . . . well, I sure as hell better be the one getting crisco'd up for a good tan!

But I do believe I have figured out the best job in the world.

A food critic!

You get to eat (score!) and you get to write about it. It's like my two favorite things in the world. Add in some sexins and let me eat a bacon cheeseburger [and not gain weight, natch] at every review and, well, you've got you a little piece of Brandi Heaven right there.

After we finished running errands this morning, Hubs decided he wanted to take us all out to eat. Okay. Today was September 18th. I had not eaten out at all, in the least, not even a little bit since August 31st. Holy! This is the girl who is the Fast Foodie. This is huge. Heeeee-uge. Capital H, capital U, capital . . . you get the picture.

We walked into Chili's and I'm thinking to myself, "Great! There goes getting to eat any other GD thing for the rest of the day. I'll be lucky to get out of here and stay within my points range for the whole damn day. I'm sure a handfull of raisins will be uber yummy for supper tonight." The stank face was on. And in full force.

Ummm, tell me why I didn't know that Chili's has a Guiltless Grill?

Oh yeah . . . probably cause I was usually stuffing my face with queso. Or southwest eggrolls. Or chicken crispers. Or the turkey club. Or chocolate chip paradise pie (hello, lover!)

But today I settled on the Guiltess Chicken Sandwich, which came in at 490 calories, 8 grams of fat, and 11 grams of dietery fiber. According to two different websites, it's either 8.5 or 11 WW points and according to the online calculator I use, it was 10. *Shrugs* Who knows. The point was, I'd planned on eating two turkey sausages on bread at 6 points and a homemade Sonic Blizzard/ DQ Blast type-a thingamajig that tallied up to 4 points. Scrap the quasi-icecream and no harm, no foul when it came to lunch.

And guess what? The Guiltess Chicken Sanwich was good. Seriously good. Nummy nummy bite bites, in the words of my two-year-old. It was served with the best black beans I have ever put in my mouth and steamed veggies with parmesan (I'll pass).

And guess what else? I WAS FULL! Much to my surprise. I didn't even need the icecream. Or any other snack for that matter. My 10-point lunch was worth every point 'cause it was delish and it kept me full 'till supper time. Score!

Chili's, I now love you for more than just your french fries. And your margaritas. Oh, your Southwestern Eggrolls. Can't forget those boneless buffalo wings. And the baby back, baby back, baby back Chiiiiiiili's baby back ribs. Mmmm.

** In other news . . . I saw this article on Yahoo earlier today: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/18/health/nutrition/18fitness.html?_r=1&no_interstitial&oref=slogin

A few weeks ago, there was actually a story about this on my local news. It's a treadmill desk . . . so people can actually exercise while at work. Is that not the coolest thing ever? I wish they'd had it while I was working. Maybe that would have kept my ass from expanding. Well, that and not inhaling all the free Krispy Kremes you get from working for the Po-Po . . .

No Daily Menu for tomorrow. I'll be wingin' it as we'll be travelin'. Woo Hoo.