Oh Chili's. Say it aint so.

I tried to make a good choice tonight for dinner.

This is after I hopped on the scale this morning, and could not stifle the scream that rose in my throat. I mean, I know I am retaining water, and I know that exercising also plays a part in that, as well as the crap that I ate all weekend. But I was active, walking every day up hills.

The number that showed up can't possibly be a fluke, however. It's the highest allowable number that I have, and if I pass it up, the terrorists win.

So I have been logging food, and did my run this morning, and I am also going out to walk doggies tonight.

I got home late this evening, and The Man said, "You know, this has been a crappy last few days. What do you want?" And when I said, "I want to not have to make dinner," my wish was granted. I did some cursory googling of restaurants, and I determined that Chili's was the way to go. Steak fajitas! Pricey, calorie-wise, at 790...but I had the room left.

Then a waiter dropped a tray and ranch dressing splattered everywhere, including our booth. Our waiter asked if we'd accept a free dessert, on them?

Yeeeeeees, sure. We'll split it. Halve the damage.

So I come home, and re-google, to see what the dessert cost me. HOLY CRAP. The whole thing is 1600 calories. Which is so obscene, I am not sure I can believe it. So half a brownie and some ice cream cost me around the same as my fajitas. I double check to make sure, and under the fajita totals, it says, "Does not include flour tortillas." So I looked them up. 125 cals per tortilla. I ate three. Then I realize it also didn't include cheese, guac, salsa, or sour cream, all of which I had used in moderation. 200 more calories.

Since I had the page pulled up, I made a mental note of what I should order at Chili's next time. A cup of Chicken Tortilla soup- 140 calories, and it would fill me up nicely. Then the salmon or the black bean burger from the Guiltless Grill menu. Ok, live and learn.

At this point, I am so far over my daily allowance that it is almost laughable. The thoughts that I am having involve ice cream, and rationales like, "At this point, wthere's no looking back."

But I am going to be good, walk the dogs, and try to silence the evil voices with hot tea and self-denial. And boy, does that not sound like fun!