Resisting temptation.

I had the perfect opportunity today to eat something smothered in gravy, or deep-fried, or oozing with cheese...but I didn't. A little background:

Once a week for years now, my dad has come over to my house and we've gone out to lunch or dinner somewhere. More often than not, I've taken these "opportunities" to stuff my face like a prize heifer. We're talking appetizer, entree, dessert...the whole nine yards. Lately, my dad has been showing up multiple times per week, out of the blue, and it stresses me out. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad more than anything in the world, but when I'm trying to diet, surprise visits to Temptation Island have caused me to lose my focus. Today, however, was a different story.

I found some self-control! It's been missing for years, but I guess I just tripped over it today. I would have loved to gnaw on a pile of crispy french fries or to gorge myself on coconut cream pie, but I had a simple grilled chicken salad and went about my day.

I won't lie, I'm looking forward to dinner. I don't know what I'll be eating, but when I'm finished, I'll be hiding in my room and away from the refrigerator and pantry for the rest of the night. There are some chocolate squares just waiting to bully me, but since I'm such a strong woman, I'm covering my head with a blanket and rocking myself to sleep while trying to ignore the voices.

Anyway, the real test will be this Friday. My dad and I have found a new place we'd like to try and nothing about it seems conducive to weight loss. Luckily, I have some time to go over the menu and force myself to stick with something sensible. Ugh, I hate being responsible. With all of the advances in science and technology, you'd think someone would have invented fat-free, calorie-free, sugar-free, carbohydrate-free food that tastes like heaven by now. I'm bitter.