Last night was better than expected, but still not as good as hoped. I managed not to graze our house into famine, but I did make a much larger dinner than usual, and couldn't keep my paws out of the dishes while they were cooking. I officially became ashamed of myself when I realized I had been eaten slightly raw potatoes just because they looked really good and I was impatient.
I fear for my marriage at this rate. My poor husband and his raw potato-eating wife. It was almost a new low.
Eventually I will figure this thing out. I didn't manage to get to the store last night, so I'm blaming that. I have this fantastic list filled with waistline-friendly munching foods. Things like grapes and raspberries for freezing and carrots for crunching.
I did have two glasses of wine. But I didn't feel bad about that. I actually savored it- I purchased it on my recent trip to Paso Robles wine country- rather than kind of sucking it down absentmindedly.
So... Slow progress. But progress nonetheless.
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