Liz and I had plans to hang out this afternoon, but we didn't know what to do. We decided on a late lunch, and she said she wanted to go someplace new. We almost simultaneously suggested my favorite Italian place (of those near me.)
So on an afternoon where I seriously considered us working out together, we instead had this:
Amaaaaazing bread. Liz got buffalo chicken pizza, I got chicken parm. Liz only had two slices (maybe a quarter of her pizza.) I was less respectible.
I really don't feel guilt over this right now since I've eaten so well and worked out so hard. Still, I wish I had NOT asked for a second basket of bread and had only had half my chicken, which I'm sure is still more than a serving. I can treat myself AND make good choices. Oh well.
When we were leaving I saw this table and thought, "why didn't they give ME a burrito with my meal??!??!!"
I was less mad though when I realized they DID give me a NAPKIN.