Too Many Sweets in the Suite

Tonight I hosted clients in my company's luxury suite at Citi Field to watch the Mets.

Watching a professional sporting event in a luxury box is always a great treat - it is like hanging out in your living room with a wall knocked down to watch the live action. No waiting for the hot dog vendor, or the beer man - the fridge is stocked, and the food is laid out before you.

The suite had big trays of chicken wings, hamburgers, chicken filets, and hot dogs. Oh, and there was a nice cheese plate too. So basically, nothing I can eat.

Now, did I want to eat some of that food? In a Pavlovian way, yes. I was at a game, and in a suite, it is the natural thing to do. It was what I have always done, like popcorn at the movies.

Yes, the temptation was there, but was I really craving the taste of meat, or cheese? No, I really don’t think so; it was more the theatre of it all. Actually, although the suite was nice, the food looked to be on par, quality-wise, with the hot dogs and hamburgers found under a heat lamp at a Hardees at 2 A.M.

There was a bowl of fruit salad that I enjoyed, but being in the suite as everyone feasted on baseball fare, and gobbled down beers, I was drawn to snacks. Fistfuls of popcorn, soda and a few handfuls of candy. All in all, it did not reach 12-year-old Halloween night levels, but it was more sugar than I should have ever had! I felt gross shortly after and still do. I was craving a salad! I was craving something healthy! I was pissed I ate so poorly! I had a choice, I could have gone to another level of the stadium and ordered a salad, but I chose to flirt with my former diet sitting in a luxury box. I drank forty gallons of water to offset my less than healthy meal, but I still feel crumby.

It was a good time, and I take it as a positive that I feel gross snacking on 4 fistfuls of popcorn, and 3 handfuls of candy, and a soda (The Department of Weights and Measures has determined that a “fistful” is about 3 oz. more than a “handful”). My body is totally conditioned for nutrient dense food, and any deviation makes me feel awful.

Oh, and the Mets lost – not that I care.