Yes I know I am no longer in college, and no longer single, and supposed to be grown up, but there is still so much fun to be had. My life has changed completely in the last one to two years, for the better I might add, but I still like to have fun. Maybe growing up means have fun, except using responsibility and sound judgment to do so. Yes, I like that definition and I am sticking to it. I want to be honest, and that is why I will tell of my weekend of falling off the wagon.

On Friday, we finished moving our branch of the company I work for. We ate wings and drank cold beer. I failed the Zone Diet for the first night of the weekend. Side Note: My Company provided pizza the previous night. Since pizza and wings are foods I have completely cut out of my eating habits, I literally felt miserable after eating them. I did not find the enjoyment out of them as I once thought I did. I guess training you body to eat healthy, really works when you body begins rejecting unhealthy food. Ok back to the weekend. Saturday, I woke and ate a bell pepper omelet followed by a green salad with oil and vinegar. So far so good. This is where it gets bad. On the way to a wedding in College Station, we stopped at Dairy Queen. I had a medium blizzard. It was great, but not on the Zone Diet; even the quantity was too much. At the wedding I tried to eat healthy bye sticking with the cheese and berries and salmon and chicken and celery and well you get the point. I had a little of everything, followed by the cake which I had a piece of the grooms cake as well as the brides cake. Too make my anti diet binge complete, it was open bar and we had more than the single glass that is recommended by the Zone Diet. Skipping to the next day, I tried to salvage what I could of my eating habit and stopped at subway. I pride myself in the fact that a got a lean turkey 6 inch with multiple veggies and an oil and vinaigrette dressing. I then divided this into two meals on the drive home. I find that when I am at the mercy of other providing my dinner, my self control is lost and I tend to over indulge. It is a bit frustrating, because I feel I plan so well during the week, and I completely fall off the wagon on the weekends.