THE CONFESSION

I have sinned.  I have transgressed.  I went 3 days without tracking and I thought I could carefully watch what I ate and although I didn't go all haywire, I still snuck in the odd cookie, the odd glass of wine and then finally the best bread basket I had ever eaten at our own Acqua Restaurant in our Sunny Isles Beach condo.
The pastry chef is to die for.  She is enormous and no doubt why.  Yesterday, I felt like a little cookie and 3 were brought, 2 oatmeal raisin and one chocolate chip.  I took the one....   then another and then... oh screw it, took the third.  That isn't all I did.  That night we ate in the indoor part of the restaurant, a more formal dinner.  I didn't order the plate of cookies but one of the very fit and thin ladies at my table did.  I had to break off a tiny piece of a white cookie just to see what it was.  It was the most delicious, soft and chewy almond cookie I had eaten.  I broke off a tiny piece for Paul to taste but then bit by bit, consumed the rest of it. So now I have confessed.

I am going back to tracking and hopefully that will help keep me in check but I can't be assured.  I am still in the situation of eating out and relying on others to cook food right without the added butter, oil and the like.
Even if you tell them, the chef seems to have a short memory and they forgot the shrimps but added a cup of oil.  I can't totally blame them but for sure the food in front of you doesn't help either.  Lead us not unto temptation.  You can speak for yourself but not for the others who want the bread basket, the cookies and the like. The flesh is weak especially if you are a foodie and there lies the temptation. 

I started the day, with the cleanse, so to speak.  It goes for everything you do.  I removed the old nail polish, brushed my hair to perfection, cut my bangs, super-flossed my teeth and deep-cleansed my face.  I don't yet have an appetite for food probably from last night's delicious meal.  It wasn't the stone crab claws or the salad that did me in.  It was the mustardy mayo, the bread basket with butter, the cookies, the second glass of wine... did I really need to ask for more butter or the second glass of wine?

I have cleansed.  I have confessed.  Today is a new day.  I am back to tracking.  I have been partying for a month now. The result is 3 pounds of flab I don't need.  As a matter of fact, there is more flab where that came from that I haven't even tackled yet.