I had to run out this evening and go buy some slacks that fit for work. This is an exciting thing! I got to try on some stuff in yet a smaller size. I am officially a petite 16. Score.
Today was a trying day. My soccer team lost: dear Arsenal.
I walked around NYC, and went to Eataly, so I could check it out. Very cool. And my favorite chef, Lidia Bastianich, was walking around the store with her mom, Ermina and granddaughter!! Love that woman. Her food rocks, her restaurants rock, and her cookbooks are easy to follow.
So, despite all things related to eating, I did not snack. Not once.
We made our drive back to NJ in no time, but by the time I was home, I was hungry. I noticed that driving while hungry was a problem. I found myself taking the 'long' roads home, so I could pass by my favorite pizzeria, my favorite sandwich shop. Each time, I had to chant, 'going home' to stop me from charging in and getting something decadent. I finally made it home and ate something, but I feel so out of control. What a waste of gas.
Why does food have such a hold over my brain?