I’ve been counting the old calories big time this week, and so far I’ve done pretty darn good. I’ve avoided the biscuit with my coffee, the delicious peanut butter toast mid afternoon, and even kept the still not opened Christmas choccies at bay. Ridiculously last night I denied myself a trip to The Brass Bell for fear of eating greasy and wonderful hot chips with oil-saturated battered fish. How frigging tragic is that.
But tonight I am out with hubby and friends for a farewell pizza and a glass of wine.
And damn it, I’m going to enjoy it! Because if I see one more piece of lettuce I swear I’m gonna annihilate it. And as for flipping carrot sticks, if they come near me they may just end up stuffed in an orifice that doesn’t belong to me!