I was a naughty girl last night. I had two glasses of wine and, even though I drank plenty of water afterwards, the scale reflects some bloating. Or maybe it reflects all the snot building up in my sinuses now that my allergies are in full swing?
Either way, I have been diligently sticking to my diet thus far today. Breakfast: 1 cup of oatmeal with non-fat milk and a slice of canteloupe. Nice and healthy, there. Lunch: Lean Cuisine Fettucine Alfredo, steamed broccoli and half an orange. Good for me, right?
Thing is, I’m continuing to track my food intake using an online calorie counter. Yes, even the wine I had last night. I like seeing when I’m about to go over my calorie limit — not that it stops me — and love knowing when I can eat a bit more without blowing my diet for the day.
I’m quickly learning, though, that I shouldn’t eat around my 7-year old son, whose table manners are already a sore subject. It just doesn’t do for Mommy to nag him to use his napkin and eat using utensils, then sit there licking the corners of her Lean Cuisine Fettucine Alfredo tray. But, hey, I figure if I’m going to be held accountable for those 280 calories and 8 fat grams, I’m going to get every single one of them into my face.
