I started my cheater day last night, finishing off the bottle of sambuca.  That was the reason I woke up this morning with a headache.  Sambuca is nasty stuff for hangovers.

I started the day with a Four Circle ice cream bar.  Ruth made chocolate chip cookies and I’ve lost count of how many have slipped down my throat.  They go down easy.  I also had a slice of bread with peanut butter and banana for breakfast.

Today we spent the afternoon in Starbucks.  I had a blueberry muffin and a DQ ice cream, plus a Caesar salad wrap for lunch.  We had lasagna for dinner, preceded by very oily deep fried calamari and washed down with a glass of white wine.  I had another of Ruth’s chocolate chip cookies when we got back home, washed down with a compari and tonic.  (It was supposed to be a compari and soda, but I didn’t read the label on the can.)  Oh yes, there was a second ice cream bar, and I’m about to go pour myself the second compari and tonic.  So it’s a cheater day alright, whether I deserve one or not.

I feel fat.