Last night was a dieting disaster. Boyfriend and I went to an Italian restaurant I really like - cozy and slightly romantic but not too upscale, you could wear jeans if you wanted to - and I lost control. I wore one of my new dresses and we sat outside in the dusk. I had one glass of white wine too many and suddenly I couldn't distinguish feelings of fullness. Theoretically, it wasn't that bad... we didn't even have an entree, just a couple of appetizers and dessert. But along with that bread basket and olive oil it was a caloric nightmare. I swayed happily and sang along with the middle-aged band who kept playing Beatles songs. I had a great time but when I got home I fell asleep immediately at around 9 PM.
Today I am extremely motivated to undo the horrible damage I have done.