I went to dinner with several girl friends this afternoon. It was a Spanish tapas restaurant, and as much as possible, I stuck to the diet.
The ladies drank the most amazing pitchers of sangria -- and I refrained. I had chicken and chorizo kabobs with a garlic aeoli. I'm sure it wasn't perfect. The chorizo is processed meat, and I'm certain the chicken marination wasn't perfect for low carbing. But it was the best available on the menu, and delicious.
I fell off the wagon when we went to an artisan chocolate place. They sell the most beautiful (and expensive) chocolates by the piece. I had two, tiny chocolates. (A fleur de sel and a rosemary chocolate, if we're keeping track.)
And I know I should feel guilty, but I don't. By tomorrow morning, I should be back in the pink and completely on track.
Anyway, I feel OK with it. It wasn't so many carbs that it made me feel terrible (sleepy and groggy), and I've been extra careful the last few days knowing I was eating out today.
I'm going to call the day a diet success.
The ladies drank the most amazing pitchers of sangria -- and I refrained. I had chicken and chorizo kabobs with a garlic aeoli. I'm sure it wasn't perfect. The chorizo is processed meat, and I'm certain the chicken marination wasn't perfect for low carbing. But it was the best available on the menu, and delicious.
I fell off the wagon when we went to an artisan chocolate place. They sell the most beautiful (and expensive) chocolates by the piece. I had two, tiny chocolates. (A fleur de sel and a rosemary chocolate, if we're keeping track.)
And I know I should feel guilty, but I don't. By tomorrow morning, I should be back in the pink and completely on track.
Anyway, I feel OK with it. It wasn't so many carbs that it made me feel terrible (sleepy and groggy), and I've been extra careful the last few days knowing I was eating out today.
I'm going to call the day a diet success.









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