Damage report March 18, 2008
So… our estimated losses: dignity, and any chance of losing weight this week.
It all went down like this: St. Patty’s day. The day of my people. It had to be celebrated. So, off to the neighborhood Irish pub. Got talked into an Irish car bomb (Guinness with half a shot each of Bailey’s and Jameson whiskey in the middle) Yep, not tasty. Downed a big green beer waiting for my chicken pot pie. (I love my peoples, but we’re passing on the corned beef and nasty) Ate my chicken pot pie, still hungry. Coworker attemtped to talk me into another Irish car bomb. Resisted. Coworker attempted to talk me into a lemon drop… failure of will power. Coworker again tried to talk me into another Irish car bomb. Resisted. Switched to lemon drop tactic, yet another failure of self control. On the drive home (late and sober, no worries there folks!), still hungry. Chicken pot pie was really a cup of chicken and potato soup with a piece of phyllo dough on top. Ran through Mcdonalds drive thru- got entire meal. And an apple pie. Resisted the two for a dollar deal. A glimpse of some success.
Ate entire meal. Fell asleep on couch. My original plan of having salad for lunch, one drink with a reasonable dinner and going to the gym after was a massive failure.
Total damage: 1826 OVER my calorie allowance. Ouch. Excuse me as I go hang my head in shame over my lowfat yogurt.
The good news is that today is a new day. So far, so good. Tonight will, me thinks, include a hike and some gym time both. Tommorrow I will wake up early and spend a little time. (Oh, that sound? The sound of DH laughing, and cursing the invention of the snooze button. All at the same time.)
