A bit, although it had nothing to do with Mother's Day (my mom lives in Europe, so I called her as I do every Sunday).
But on Saturday, our street had a street garage sale, which is always organized by my next door neighbours. I did not participate in the garage sale (I was busy at the gym

) but they called me in the afternoon to come over for a little party. Nobody from the other people showed up, just another couple from across the street (big friends of my neighbours). So we chatted, nibbled on fruit and veggies (no dip for me) and then my neighbours ordered pizza. (I did already have my traditional slice at the farmers's market, like any other Saturday).
The pizza arrived, and my goodness, it was LOADED with pepperoni, huge chunks of bacon, mushroom and onion. It's from a place I am not familiar with and oh my gosh, I have to say it was DIVINE. I had two small slices - I found it impossible not have a second one. THEN a cake arrived, unfortunately in such a way, that a plate was dumped in front of me already with a slice on it. So I had that,too.
But, I had no regrets (although had I been asked, I would have politely declined the cake). I did not eat for the rest of the day (I think I had some steamed broccoli later on when I got hungry). I did not accept beer and was drinking water only.
But the real problem came on Sunday. I sat in my living room and I could not get the thought of the pizza out of my head. I could literally taste it. I thought, ok, I will order it, have a slice and put the rest to the freezer and I can always defrost just a slice. Well after about an hour of the devil's whispering into my ear I got strong and decided NO, I AM NOT ORDERING ANY PIZZA - because I knew I would not be able to stay with just one slize. (I did say that the pizza was divine, didn't I)?
I was back on track yesterday. If I had known about the Saturday's afternoon party beforehand, I would have skipped the morning pizza. Oh well. Life goes on.