So, I cheated as usual over the weekend, but not as badly as I might have. I had a seriously awesome bike ride with my kiddo. And today, I’m not terribly hungry.
I’m finding that certain things just whet my appetite. One of the drawers in the office has a bad of mini chocolate bars. I can’t do it. If I have one, I’ll eat the whole bag, which in addition to making me feel shitty will piss off my secretary.
So I’ll go pick up a chicken ceasar (oil and vinegar) on my way back to work, and enjoy the belt-tightening.