My excuse is that The Grand-Daughter is here. I've had a few wobbles.
Sunday evening: We ordered pizza. The good news is that we ordered one with cheese and vegetables, no fatty meats. The almost-good news is that I almost held the line at two slices. The bad news is that after staring at the third piece for 45 minutes I ate it. Alas, close doesn't count. I wound up using 3 of my bonus points, although I did ride 15 miles. If our leader is wrong and all exercise points count, I would have been even.
Yesterday: no biking, although we walked a little bit on our sightseeing tour, which was mostly by bus. I had my regular omelet for breakfast, salad bar from the Reading Terminal, and a semi-careful dinner at the Union League. I passed up the breads. I had the green salad. I had boar for dinner -- a tablespoon of "pulled pork" in a small polenta cup, a boar chop that couldn't have been an ounce of meat, and a boar sausage that was very dry and, presumably very lean. For dessert I had a baked apple, and I had two glasses of zinfandel. Paperwork remains to be done.
Today I am going to have my omelet and I think I will eat vegetables for the rest of the day. Grand Daughter leaves this evening and we will celebrate by gobbling up all the broccoli in the house.
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