Fat Chance!

Please don’t let your “friends”, or husbands (wink, wink) order the sauce on the side!

This is a miserable mistake when you have been so good…and ZReboot is tomorrow – if you don’t blow it today.

We’re on our way to a holiday dinner with friends tonight. I negotiated with my husband: “…maybe if you order scotch, then I can have a sip?  Not the red wine, OK?” (I feel the panic welling up) ”Seeing you all drinking a bottle of red wine will be hard, so let’s just get our own drinks.“

Great! Thanks!

Cut to: my husband ordering a bottle of wine for the table and telling the waiter he will take my hollandaise sauce for my steak!

WHAT?!? (I only screamed inside my head – I am a lady)

I knew I was in trouble here–I’m not talking about my marriage–this was AFTER I recovered from the hot bread passing under my nose (a double order, evidently because it was so good). Really, I was in my own horror show spoof, playing loudly in my head. When will this night end??

I think I had one sip of wine. No bread. Lots of meat and all the sauce I could scoop on my fork!  No weight loss for me. In fact, I didn’t jump on the scale. I was pushed. By the same man who ordered my favorite wine.

To this day, I wonder if I could have partaken of the bread. I mean, I didn’t lose because of the sauce. Would I have gained with the bread? Who knows. I wasn’t willing to find out.

The moral of the story: If you are going to stoop so low as to ask the people you love to suffer with you, then get it in writing! Strength comes from having a plan and sticking to it. This is always easiest between you and yourself.

I’m looking forward to joining those of you in ZReboot, where I can have all the dang sauce I want and not be a dirty, rotten cheat!  I’ll be gathering my fats and getting ready for ZReboot PARRTYYYY! Of course there are no parties now. It’s the dead of winter. So I get to suck cream cheese off a spoon. Weeeeeeeee!