Then I realized I couldn't read the numbers that way, so I peeked between my fingers.
I was sure I had blown the "diet" (it's more of a lifestyle, really) last night. We went to see a dinner theater production of "Jesus Christ Superstar" and I was faced with a mountain of food. Fortunately, dessert is served at intermission, and the entree served an hour before the show began, so I managed to eat my dinner and my dessert three hours apart. How lucky was THAT?
I had to eyeball the amount of food I was eating (my kids would have died if I'd whipped out my little food scale), but I asked for a to-go box and put at least half of my entree in the box right away. I thought about putting the whole thing in the box and going whole hog on the dessert. Then the "Thou Shalt Not Skip Meals" rule rang in my head, so I ate some of my chicken and veggies.
Three hours later, I was eating a quadruple-layer chocolate cake. (I only ate one layer.)
And this morning, when I finally pried my fingers away, I discovered I'd lost three pounds.
Yep... in immortal words of Micky Dolenz, "I'm a believer."