Took my bride of 47 years out to dine at a high-end steakhouse ($50+ steaks) and it all started pretty innocent — one small piece of bread with a delicious Brie spread followed by a lettuce wedge salad with blue cheese dressing and then a fatty ribeye (ate only 10 of 14 oz). Of course ice tea with Splenda.
Not too bad. Until the dessert menu arrived. I succumbed to a half portion of Creme Broulet with freshly made sweet whipped cream.
I’m guessing I drained down about 60-70 carbs. It could have been a lot worse. But you know, [spoiler]fuck it[/spoiler] because I enjoyed a meal with my wonderful gal.
I just started a new 40-hour fast till noon Thanksgiving Day. I also knew this was going to be a rough week and have planned accordingly. The scale can take a rest as well.