You've heard me mention that my doctor wants me to lose weight, right? Well guess what? I gained two pounds.... since last week.
I'm not proud of my behavior. And actually, I WAS planning to cut back and start eating healthier THIS WEEK, I swear. I even have proof:
Yesterday morning, I decided that I was going to defrost some chicken AND lean ground beef because I was going to march straight home after work...NO DETOURS, damn it! And, I was going to cook! Not only was I going to make dinner for that night, but I was going to be a smarty pants and make dinner for the next night, too.
Well, I am happy to say that I DID cook the aforementioned food. OH. YES. I. DID.
Here it is:
And meal #2:
Curry Glazed Chicken with Roasted Asparagus and Baked Potatoes
But, I didn't say that I ate it. You see....I cooked this food AFTER I got home from sharing a friggin PU PU PLATTER and a TRAY OF FRIED RICE with the hubby. So much for NO DETOURS. But, I did drink Diet Coke with it so that HAS to have cancelled out some of the fat and calories that I ingested, right?
I know, I know. I have no defense for my gluttonous behavior.
So, I'll just say this: Food is a slut and the devil is it's pimp.
Hmmm....I guess this means that Weight Watchers should have me arrested for solicitation.