tonight i went out to eat for david's birthday. i'd planned it for awhile, and i don't often eat out (besides subway, heh.)
it was an italian restaurant and i planned ahead: i'd already counted out how many tortellini's i was going to have (30) and everything according to calories.
i get a half order, and it was perfect, about 30 pieces. i had 1 slice of garlic bread with the meal, and i couldn't finish the plate!the "old" me would have pushed it, cuz it was sooooooooo good, but this me stopped and saved it.
we just got home and i feel really good about myself. i finally feel like i can handle restaurants and special occasions again.