This past weekend, I ate my way through went to Houston for an early Christmas with my parents. Oh yes, I ate. And ate, and ate. I’m actually a little ashamed of myself right now. Okay, ALOT ashamed of myself. I’m afraid to even go within 10 feet of my scale because it might start yelling at me!
You see, it’s been awhile since I ate in visited Houston. Houston is so many things – my former home, the place where my family lives, where my husband works, and the mecca of all meccas for dining out. Oh yes it is. At one point, Houston had more restaurants per capita, than any other city in the U.S. So you see what I was up against here, right?
In case you didn’t know, I live in the middle of nowhere, with very few options for dining out. So that kinda makes it easier to diet. A little. Let me just tell you, I have NO intention of going to Houston again anytime soon. At least not until I get a better handle on my willpower!
I’m not even going to go into all the wonderfully, delicious crap I ate. I will tell you, today I had a granola bar and a cup of coffee for breakfast and for lunch I had a 2 point grilled cheese sandwich and LOTS of water. And with that, I’m back on track. And I promise to try harder.
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