well last minute change of mind, instead of camping in town, we're going to montreal for the weekend. sortayay, i've only been once since my daughter is born, which is so weird, i'm usually there every few months. so we'll be staying at the hilton, gratis. (fam connex) that's right, seafood buffet saturday night costing nada. rediculously enormous buffet every morning, free. i'm so scared.
i'm trying to think of all the defence mechanisms i have that i can list here to assure you (and, by extension, me) that i can do this and not eat til i'm bloated. repetitively. i can't think of any. so. this. is. what. i've. got. i will eat ONE dinner that i'm not allowed, IF i can fit in 60 minutes of vigorous exercise of some kind, dancing at the tam tam or renting bikes, something. but i have to fit that in. that way i may not fit it in til later in the weekend, and the longer i'm good... and chances are, that dinner will be a steak. so i'll skip the potato and any tempting toppings and i'll still be ecstatic.
and i'll have my favourite crepes in maple butter (that's right, i said butter, you wanna make something of it?!

) just one morning. the morning we go home. that way, maybe i'll forget what it tastes like the first two mornings and be happy with fruit and toast.
and i'll be so so good all the rest of the time, i promise.

i'll even journal. cross your fingers for me.
oh no! la vraie poutine!!
