So far off the wagon it's about to come 'round and pick me up again.

My diet's shot, y'all. Last week totally derailed me, what with all of the free Administrative Professional Appreciation lunches, and my mama making us some of her fabulous homemade pizza, AND in the same week also cooking up some of her fried chicken, which has got to be the best fried chicken in town if not the entire state, and then Matt wanting to make Saturday night Taco Bueno night, and me having no will to resist any of it... like I said: shot. I totally crapped out on going to the gym, too.

This week's starting out better. I ate more fried fish last night than I needed to, and I have yet to hit the gym, but otherwise I've eaten pretty light and healthy. I've also got my trusty pedometer strapped on, and I'm managing to get up out of my chair to burn some calories here and there. Nevertheless, this weekend we've got big plans that involve seeing Hot Fuzz and trying to find the best pizzeria in town, so I think I'm going to declare a diet vacation and just plan to start over with a clean slate next week. Which is not to say that I'm going to be a lazy lump and stuff my face at every opportunity the rest of this week, but I'm not going to beat myself up if I partake of some comfort food, either.

Of course, if I keep sucking on Cold-Eze the way I have all day, I won't have any taste buds left to tempt me to indulge. I wonder why they don't market these things as a diet aide? "Boost your immunity and kill your appetite all at once with the amazing Cold-Eze! Available in citrus and cherry flavors, not that it will make any difference after about the third lozenge."