This isn't going to be as long and as detailed as I would like. It's almost the boys' bedtime and I promised Tom I'd get them to bed so he could do bills tonight.
Yesterday, I got dressed up for the first time in I-don't-know-how-long--put on heels, and makeup, a new dress, and even jewelry. I didn't even recognize myself when I was done. (And I don't think Tom did either!)
Then we went up to Saratoga to a restaurant our neighbors told us about called Longfellows. It was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. I blew my diet all the way around, and it was completely, and totally, worth it.
I started with a red zinfindel (my new wine of choice).
Followed by three buttered slices of bread from the bread basket (my diet went downhill from there :-))
We split an order of fried mozzarella.
Then I had a salad wth balsamic vinegarette.
Next I had Organically Grown Stuffed French Apple Brie Chicken. (OMG! I didn't know chicken could taste like that! Soooo good!) with mashed sweet potatoes and broccolini.
We finished the meal by splitting a slice of chocolate cake.
I've come to the conclusion that 1) it's worth blowing your diet if the food is that delicious and 2) when it's that delicious, it's a whole lot easier to go right back to your old way of eating ('cause I already know there's no possible way I'm going to be able to make anything that holds a candle to it in my own kitchen).
I feel a twnge of guilt at my gluttony, but only a little. I love food. And last night I had FOOD. I'm very motivated knowing that once I get to my goal weight, I'll be able to eat like that on weekends (okay, maybe only half that much food, unless it's a holiday :-P).
That makes me very happy.