Last night J and I went to an Ellis Paul concert, which was awesome by the way. One of J's friends joined us and we went to dinner afterwards. I am sorry to report that it wasn't even worth it. I ordered the special, orecchiette with broccoli rabe and sausage...it sounded much better than it was. I was underwhelmed. It didn't taste bad per se but it was dry and bland. J wisely chose lasagna.
Like any addict, I have spent the day justifying my relapse. Then I heard my dad's voice in my head saying a phrase that I heard countless times growing up. "Everything after but is B.S.". He would somewhat frequently call me or my sister and hand us over to whoever he was with. He would ask us what we say about but in our house. Whichever one of us was the fortunate answerer of the phone would then tell the poor guy on the other end. I always felt bad for them. I can't imagine that a grown man enjoys getting schooled by a young girl. They probably needed it though. In an effort to follow his sage advice, I'm not going to make any more excuses nor will I justify my relapse.
So I am back to square one and I am resetting the clock. I will eat in for the next month starting today. The past few days have just been a practice run. Now for the real deal.
I'm off to make some pizza...recipe to follow!