Gah! It's hard trying to be perfect. Especially when you attend a dinner party one night and are invited to try Bobby Flay's restaurant with out of town friends another night. Oh yeah, and also when you try to get back into your running routine and halfway throw you back out. Again.
At the dinner party I slipped under the radar by sipping half glasses of wine. That way people thought I was being a lot more lush and fun than I actually was! I refilled my half a glass three times!
Bobby Flay's was difficult, especially because I wanted to try everything! I stuck with seafood, attempted to avoid homemade potato chips and indulged in 2 split desserts shared by the table. If peer pressure had not been involved I surely would have skipped dessert...
I need complete control. I crave complete control. If I could be anti-social and not attract attention to my anti-social-ness, I would vow not to eat out at all for the whole week. Looking ahead, I forsee this being a problem for a Saturday evening family dinner and a Sunday afternoon housewarming party. Good God.
And, I must say, my back is really starting to piss me off. Body, you need to get it together! I can't keep up this 3 day on, 8 day recovery schedule. It's hardly constructive.
But here comes a new week, and here I go again.
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