Dealing with life

As I've learned in the past about weight loss, life will inevitably get in your way. It would be great if we could all just lock ourselves up on some fat farm where all there is to eat is organic fruits and vegetables, whole wheat pasta, and broiled chicken breasts, and the only thing to do is go on nature walks and watch bicycle-powered televisions, but sadly, this is not the case. Whether we're dieting (how I hate that word!) or not, we have messy life to live. Living, it seems, always stops up even the best-laid plans.

Here's the thing: I work from home. I don't get out much. So when an opportunity to meet friends for lunch comes up, 99% of the time I jump at the chance. The other 1% of the time, I reschedule lunch for a time I'm free (because I'd only turn down an invitation if I had a previous engagement, trust me). Because I do not, I repeat, I do not pass up a chance to get out and be social. The problem, though, is that lunch involves food. Food at a restaurant. Restaurants rarely have healthy and properly portioned food. It was a restaurant, dear reader, where I screwed up my eating today.

But I sure had a good time with my friends.

So, yeah, I ate too much and I chose something from the menu that wasn't exactly the healthiest choice. How do I plan to counterbalance my poor, gluttonous choices? By not eating dinner (not that hard since I'm not really hungry from overeating in the first place) and possibly logging another few minutes on the treadmill today. I know, I know, don't skip meals, blah, blah. I know from experience that I can go to bed without dinner and not freak out and eat a whole jar of peanut butter on raw, frozen Rhodes dough balls. It's not fun, and I'm a might peckish when all is said and done, but it's doable. And do it I shall!

I do it... for Monaco.