guilty as pizza

i caved. i had pizza today for lunch! but i have to admit, i didn't do it by myself. i had co-conspirators.

i close friend from work is moving to san francisco monday. so the past few weeks have been a champagne-fueled, hazy blur of a good bye celebration, including our blissed out trip to atlantic city...

last night three of us went to a wine bar where i lamented my diet, and then told myself to forget i was on it! i indulged in cheese, too much wine, and the most sinful gorgonzola and walnut filled ravioli in creamy alfredo sauce. for dessert we split a decadent chocolate cake and whole milk cappuccinos. i can tell you how many points i guessed this was all worth...but you don't want to know.

hungover this morning, it took all my will power to avoid a greasy breakfast, or an equally bad for me bagel or muffin. i opted for a jamba juice smoothie with soy protein instead. it did the trick, but i only drank about half.

for lunch the same threesome hit our favorite pizza and champagne spot and indulged.

tonight we are going out for indian on the company, but i am not going to feel bad about it. dieting always makes you feel guilty about eating. but i love food and i don't ever want to feel like i should deprive myself of good food and good times with friends. especially at a time like this.

good byes are hard.