I felt so good about myself last night, ordering a salad and a whole wheat baguette at a Panera dinner out...
Only to later indulge in the boys' triple cheese (triple cholesterol) Crispani pizza, loaded with grease. GG laughed, watching my dinner go downhill. We cracked up at the imititation "I'll just have the salad" and then later, "I'm so famished, I could eat a horse...". lol. :)
Such is the way of life for a woman.
My mantra: If it doesn't touch my plate, it doesn't count. :)
This especially works well for french fries.
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