I seem to remember easier because my body tells me more clearly that I have had enough. It really has helped to do that, even though at first I would only remember to do it every so often. Now it has become almost a routine. I think the next time I go out I will just ask for the to go box when I order. That way I can put half of everything in there right away and won't have to hope I think about it.
Speaking of having the other half for lunch or dinner another time, I don't think there is anything more boring than thinking up a lunch for one. Since I write, I am home pounding on the keyboard and suddenly I am hungry. I have to tell you, I am sick to death of yogurt, soup, deli salads, cheese sandwiches. Yawn. Maybe a couple raw veggies on the side. Yawn again. Throw some Cheetos or Fritos on there. Yawn once more. Even the fattening "same old" is "same old". Therefore, I am pretty darn excited when I have a half of a restaurant meal waiting for me!
We ate out with relatives Saturday, and I happily packaged up half of my bourbon burger and fries. (Yes, I know they are fattening. I am trying to eat less, not bore myself into a coma.) My brother-in-law even gave me his portion of homemade bbq kettle chips. Great! Those would be used for yet another time. Then we got into the SUV. Dave and I were in the back. I checked my to go box and it was firmly on the seat in between us. I reached for my seatbelt...you guessed it. The box went sailed to the floor of the car. Opened right up and deposited the food directly into dust and ice melt.
Goodbye exciting lunch today. How I longed for my half of bourbon burger! But, alas, it was only a tease of a memory as I choked down another cheese sandwhich. Yawn. Almost made me wish I had kept it, ice melt and all.