Beginning tomorrow morning, no more fucking around with my food intake. My legs, stomach, and back are all itching like crazy and I wonder if I'll get any sleep tonight. It's driving me nuts.
Tonight I made a nice prime rib roast and followed this recipe. It turned out pretty damned good (thanks to the electronic meat thermometer we have) and the side of brussels sprouts were nice as well (I cooked them in a covered casserole dish in a bath of previously-made beef broth, onions and garlic). MIL asked if there were also a side of yams and DAMMIT I didn't think of that. One side was all I made. Woops. :)
Anyway, for dessert we had half a cake that was bought at the grocery store last night. A traditional, sugar-laden cake with lots of creamy frosting, chocolate shavings, and even chocolate-covered malt balls on top. I had a tiny slice with my coffee (yes, with fucking cream in it).
As of tomorrow, no more crap. And we're going to our friends' house for dinner, so this will get interesting. I have no alcohol to drink, and that's just as well, because I'll be drinking water. And I'll get ridiculed for it, because that's just the way they are; how can you be having a good time if you're not blasted on something? Whatever. This is the friend that works out for 2 hours a day so she can eat junk food all the time and not get fat. This is the friend who had the lap band surgery before. She sure as hell ain't skinny, but I guess she enjoys torturing herself. Oh well. That's her problem.