"When I've fallen off dietary wagons before, the wagon stops, backs over me and leaves me for dead in the ditch. On PB, I can fall off, hang on with one hand, hold a cookie in the other, throw half away, and get right back on." ~uuelanaeq41
Uuelanaeq41 posted this yesterday on Ottercat's journal. I loved it and right away I lived it.
My peckishness continued yesterday after breakfast and through LHT. As I worked away on my computer I found myself sticking sliver after sliver of dark chocolate into my mouth. I knew this wasn't good, but I didn't go eat more real food.
Never got around to lunch, but in the afternoon I went into town to do some errands and went to see a friend I hadn't been able to get together with over the holidays. We went out for a glass of wine, red of course. More friends came by, someone bought another round and pretty soon it was dinner time. Yikes! Tummy growling, I wandered to the grill in the back of the bar to see if they had anything I could eat. Luckily, the special of the day was grilled shrimp and a salad. A welcome surprise! Not that this was a dive bar, but most of the things they serve are sandwiches, nachos, or deep fried treats. My shrimp came to save me, but I unthinkingly used the cocktail sauce (do you know how much corn syrup is in that stuff?!!!!) and ate the few croutons that came on my salad. Oops! I finished off with a pinch of the roll that came with my meal.
On the way home I picked up a pint of Julie's organic chocolate ice cream. Bad Cave Woman! But I really enjoyed the two scoops I had.
Tonight I am going to a party, and I will have red wine, but I will be much more dietarily prepared. Planning and a bit of discipline, that's what I need to work on.