It all started last evening with a question, “John, do you want anything from Smokey Joe’s?” My stomach said, “Boy do I!” But my brain intervened, “I guess so.”

Damn diet.

It turns out the stomach won out. I had a whole heapin helping of B-B-Q pork with cinnamon apples and steamed broccoli. That first bite of pork, dipped in sauce, it was like manna from heaven. Oh Lord someone catch me cause I’m gonna faint. Yes, it was that good. Ah, but I did manage to moderate my appetite a bit. Rather than stuffing my self silly, I managed to stop eating while there was still some food left. Still, I estimate this one meal had more calories than everything I ate on Saturday. (By some miracle, I managed to stay just below my calorie goal for the day. Good thing I haven’t set a goal for fats.) Hey, no one said that diets were easy.

Damn diet.

Alas, after that one quick foray off the wagon I’m back on the diet again. I shoulda saved me some of that broccoli for this morning.