on again, off again

Started the morning with a cappuccino as I iced the butter cake I'd baked for Stacey's baby shower at work today - pink icing, with Best Wishes Stacey! and a few crooked daisies hand-piped in chocolate.

Breakfast was several licks of chocolate icing as I tried to get the letters straight.

Breakfast 2, at work, was oats with blueberries and milk, sprinkled with cinnamon, sugar and nuts.

Group lunch for Stacey at Milestones - seven women all crammed into a single booth. Trying to be healthy after yesterdays grease-fest, I resisted the honey ham french toast I'd been drooling about and had the California something-or-other salad instead, which turned out to be a platter of greens drenched in strawberry-tequila-lime dressing, covered in mounds of toasted pecans and globs of goat cheese - so much for low-fat low-sugar.

And a few handfuls of tortilla chips with the spinach and artichoke dip, of course. Which was free, thanks to Nancy finding a hunk of black plastic in her grilled Turkey focaccia sandwich.

At 2 we finally broke out Stacey's cake.

3 large pieces later, I waddled back to my desk and broke open a box of Choco-Liebniz. In an act of incredible restraint (those little biscuits are like crack cocaine) I ate only one then put the box away, despite Elisa urging me to eat them all right now because "Tuesday we are all on a diet!"

On the way to volleyball, afraid I might get dizzy and weak or faint from hunger in the middle of the game (apparently forgetting I'd been grazing all day) I downed a whole-wheat ciabatta bun, and a gigantic golden delicious apple.

At the pub, after the game, I inexplicably ordered the one thing I truly detest - a hamburger. Ugh! Ground beef. I was swayed by the smell of grilling flesh, plus it was the daily special. I left the gigantic mayo-soaked bun and ate most of the patty - another heavenly, slightly revolting grease-fest.

Driving home I felt like I'd eaten a volleyball, and swore off anything but pure, whole, fresh food for the next week.

Walked up 11 flights of stairs to prove my commitment to health and fitness.

Immediately went into the kitchen, cut a cupcake in half, ate the first half, fed the cat, then ate the second half all in one bite.

Sigh.