Sunday, August 14, 2011

For those about to steak, we salute you.

I had, today, my first steak in like 6 weeks. Like a steak from a cow.  And yes, dearest reader, - it was good.  My bff invited us up to her boyfriend's house (I guess that would be the bff's bf) and we grilled.  I ate it without a moment's guilt.  On the way home, I decided I wanted ice cream, which I eat like 4 times a year - so we stopped at Safeway and bought salted caramel ice cream and chocolate syrup.  And yes, dearest reader - it was good.  I regret to inform you, however, that I'm not entirely sure my large intestine is on board with all this. 

I didn't stuff myself into oblivion...but I ate exactly what I wanted for a special day with special friends.  However, I know that tomorrow I'm going to be drinking extra water and eating a lot less sugar to help balance everything out again, because I feel a lot like a freshly-fed, horrifically bloated lioness, sprawled out on the African plain right now. 

She's leading up to something - you can feel it, right?

Today's affirmation:  I'm the kind of person who doesn't beat herself up for enjoying a great meal on a special occasion.

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