i have no self control.

i have been off plan since friday. completely, utterly, tragically off plan (fyi, "off plan" in the world of weight watchers is another way of saying "i've been binge eating the fuck out of anything i can get my hands on and pretty much don't care"). it all started with my mother's visit from chicago. the woman loves cheese. brings it with her wherever she goes. so that's one reason right there. if there's a brick of cheese sitting on my countertop, it won't be resisted.

we also had a fine meal at one of my favorite small plate restaurants, cesar. two killer mojitos, their own olive-oil packed spicy tuna with egg bocadillo, smoked trout and endive, killer patatas bravas with aioli and spicy tomato sauce, and paella with chorizo. this meat-laden venture cost me a whole weekend of digestive wellbeing.

as a result of my intestinal malady, we stayed in the rest of the time. and because i didn't feel well, i took that as an excuse to eat whatever sounded good. eduardo's spinach fettucini with a good two tablespoons of strauss family organic european style salted butter, salt, pepper and romano cheese. now that's what i call comfort food. probably ran me a good 20-30 points.

as if that wasn't bad enough, we rounded out the visit with colonial donuts and a croissant sandwich on sunday morning. oh, and zachary's that evening. shit. damnit.

so with that disaster behind me, i was going to clean up my act and soldier on. 23 points per day. no more, no less.

right. i had a box of macaroni last night, followed by two handfuls of leftover halloween candy and popcorn. i'm a failure.