Damn it

So, after all the talk about being a good boy and going into an all-you-can-eat sushi place with a plan, I ate too much.

In my defense, both my daughter and my wife decided they didn't want very much after we ordered our second round, and as with most AYCE sushi places, you get charged if you leave a bunch of stuff on the table. Diet or not, I'll be damned if I'm paying someone $10 to scrape good rolls into the scrap bin.

So yes, I'm pissed at myself, and yes, I probably should have seen it coming. But welcome to fighting your weight, right?

Probably the best moment of the night: Just when I had finished, I looked across the table at my wife and said, "Well, I guess I'm done with this diet." She immediately started telling me not to give up and that it was just one night before I could say I was kidding.

But I thought it about afterward, and she was right to assume I was serious. In the past, that would have been it. I would have thrown up my hands and said the whole thing was ruined (or ruinged, if you're Stewie Griffin).

But it's not. It's one stumble in a long race, and damn it, this morning it was a protein shake and a banana and we're back in stride.

I hope you all are as positive going into the weekend.