In my last post I spoke about buying a treat as a bit of a test, and while I didn't gorge myself on the cake, it did taunt me every time I opened the fridge so I had to hide it behind another item. That worked really well, actually, because I forgot about it so well that I was surprised when I saw it yesterday (I had to get a pork chop out of the container that was hiding the cake). That's a point for me, in my books.
Yesterday we forgot to defrost the package of chicken thighs so we ordered in. Swiss Chalet is our favourite chicken restaurant, which also offers a great-tasting fish dinner (with a side of veggies instead of chips/fries). So we ordered one each, a ceasar salad each, and...a dessert each. Crap.
Mine was their beyond-fucking-scrumptious coconut cream pie (weakness!!) and his was their carrot cake. I didn't eat my pie until later at night because of being full from dinner, but as soon as I ate it I felt guilty for even ordering it in the first place.
No more. I want to fit into my size 7 pants, DAMMIT!!