So, after work we play a little tennis. Someone, not me, made a mistake and mentioned going for a beer. 4 Amber Bocks, wings, AND ribs later... we are leaving Flannigan's in the Grove.
I get home and the folks had ordered Pizza Hut. Half of a large Sausage pizza was sitting there, on the dinner table... I swear it called my name. I heard it say, "Eat Me" when I peaked into the box. I could not resist. I had a couple slices. Maybe even 3.
I was able to walk away. But about 30 minutes later... 3, maybe 4 more slices. I suck. I had lost about 2 or 3 pounds this week. I guess I gained it all back tonight.
It is Memorial Weekend. This time last year, I had plotted this weekend - from start to finish. Now, not having a girl to make plans with, my weekend is 100% open. I guess the gym and a couple bike rides await. I should be start training for the Duathalon.
2 comments:
glad I'm not the only one dealing with food issues. It's been difficult lately. I just want to eat and eat and eat and eat (you get the idea).
I can't give in now. I've commited a small fortune to Weight Watchers.
Good for you. I am strong but eventually I give in... It's been a bad week.
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