Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Dessert (194 lbs)




Two nights ago, I had taken my daughter to Navy Pier and ended up at Bubba Gump's for dinner - the home of exceedingly large portions and lots of butter. I was so good. I had a simple dinner salad and a spear of grilled shrimp. Wow. I felt great. It was so nice not to feel totally overstuffed after eating out. I felt so great, I asked the waiter to see the dessert menu. After consuming an exceedingly large portion of bread pudding with ice cream and whipped cream, I didn't feel so great anymore.

Yesterday wasn't a bad day. After staying within some acceptable limits last night, I was feeling pretty good. Like, okay, maybe I can really do this dieting thing. And feeling good, and comfortable because I didn't over stuff myself, I was vegging on the couch watching "Dead Like Us" reruns and I thought, hmmm, wouldn't a cookie be great right now? But, like a good dieter, the cupboards have been cleared of any really tempting stuff. So unless I wanted to bake at 10:00 o'clock at night, there was nothing good to eat. This is when I really should have let my husband know that I was on a diet. I actually convinced him that this was a cookie emergency, and he should interrupt his very engaging computer game to run out to the store. And you know, he did. He brought home not only cookies, but a chocolate chip cookie ice-cream sandwich. This thing was about 700 calories, and after 10:00 at night - that's worse. God am I desperate. Only because I'm dieting.

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