Pooh. Gained .8 this week. That is no good. But next week, it’ll all come off and more. I am grimly determined.

Don’t know if it had anything to do with dinner last night. Went out with work people, but I was pretty good, or as good as I could be. Had one drink (sangria, yummmm) and no appetizer (I was the only one who didn’t get one) and then I ate just half of the beef and chicken fajitas I ordered. That’s two tortillas, some meat, and some vegetables. No sour cream, no cheese, no guacamole, no rice, no beans. Dang, I’m good! But then there was the matter of dessert. Hell, yeah, I got dessert after being so good! But I shared it. White chocolate brownie a la mode.

Still had 10 flex points left over for the week, so I think I did decently. Maybe it was just because it was, after all, the night before weigh in. And it was, after all, more food than I’d normally eat for dinner. So who cares, right? Next week will be great! And I’m broke until next Friday, so I can’t afford to buy more food, anyway. So that’s, well, the bright side to being constantly penniless. On the other hand, my mom is taking us out to dinner tomorrow night, so I’ll have to be careful. Must think of yummy place to eat with healthy food. Don’t think Mom will want Applebee’s. It’s hard to pick a place like Applebee’s when there are so many good restaurants in New Orleans.