Sabatoge

It was a wedding weekend and I had already decided that I was going to eat at the reception. Trying to say no and eat yet another salad with chicken breast on it was not an option. It was not however a mexican monday, but that did not stop me from eating some chicken fajitas last night after downing two margaritas. If I was a good little girl, I would be starving myself today. But I am very bad and ate breakfast and lunch all before 1pm. Granted breakfast was kashi, and lunch was soup with a can of tuna, but that's still probably more calories consumed in an entire day in the developing world. If you're going to get real skinny to need to follow the people who have been there in the real world!

Eating so early though kinda screws me. With no snacks in sight until dinner, dinner being the famous chicken breast on a bed of greens, I'm going to starving. Usually the starving factor would be fine except I'm meeting a colleague for drinks.

My definition of drinks is two cocktails before dinner. For one of those girls, it means dinner. For me trying to be one of those girls, it means diet suicide. I am of Irish heritage which means I have a hard time turning off the drinking switch once its been set to all systems go. Not only that, but when you're full steam ahead with a few cold ones down the hatch, you tend to reach for the most convenient dining choices. Though I will be at a wine bar, the word bar is still in the name of the establishment which means they still serve nuts, pizza, and burgers. No amount of gum or vitapills can really fight off drunken urges.