COMFORT food vs COMFORT in my clothes

This past weekend was my 2nd official WW weekend, there were some ups and downs but overall it went fairly smooth. Saturday night Christo and I met our friends Christo (yes, there is another Christo Christoff in NYC and he happens to be a very close friend of my Christo) and his wife, Velina, for dinner. We met at Bar 89 a chic Soho spot known for their "comfort" food (ahh, found that one out once we got there) but don't be alarmed because like a good WW member I researched the menu prior to heading out and made my decision to order the Greek Salad no ifs, ands, or buts! While sitting there picking at my decent, yet nothing to call home about salad, I glanced around the restaurant. I was definitely the only person eating a salad but it was at that moment that I felt proud of myself. It wasn't easy but now I know I can do this. The next time I'm presented with the decision of comfort food or knowing my gray pants that are so not comfortable currently will one day be COMFORTABLE I'll stick it out and savor that dang salad!