Day 4: Friday, April 4, 2014 – 223.0
Things were going well. Cheese, a burger, low carb ketchup, a Fage yogurt. All to plan.
And then they weren’t.
As a two-income household, teo long commutes, two kids, no maids nor nannies, having th breathing room for a sit-down meal is an infrequent occurrence. As both kids were asleep, tired from the day’s activities, that meant my wife and I could dine alone – an even more unusual occurrence.
She wanted me to open a bottle of wine for her. She’s a light drinker. I thought the rareness of the occasion might allow me to bend my rule and have a glass of wine with her.
Bad move.
The meal itself was fine: some hot Italian sausage stir-fried with broccoli rabe along with a small lobster tail that was on sale. She had a side of Quinoa with corn – I steered clear of it.
It was all very nice. Due to homework issues I pulled the plug on the TV and the house was quiet. We drank our wine and ate our meals and talked and I was quite satisfied.
Relaxed.
She didn’t finish her glass so I finished it for her as she went up to bed, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
Relaxed after a long week, defenses down and putting away the remaining food began the fall from low carb grace. A few dumplings from the other day were had, and then some of the Quinoa – that being followed up by not one but two ice cream sandwiches.
Wilson – what I had named the bunny-shaped sugar cookie that haunted my bedstand – got it next. Only his head remained, his countenance one of blank complacency – much like a real rabbit.
He was gone – and so was my low carb streak.
As cheats go it wasn’t a big one. It should slow things down – certainly – but it’s not the end of the world.
Let’s see if I can keep this an isolated incident.
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