It's not my fault

So I didn't have a very successful day yesterday in terms of controlling my food intake, but I must plead the fifth, throw up my hands, and declare it's not my fault. (I'm aware that pleading the fifth is something entirely different, but I don't know if there is a number for the 'right to pass blame.' And besides, the fifth is an American thing, so I'm pretty sure I just committed a federal offense by doing that.)

Anyway, one of the biggest challenges of dieting for me at this point in my life is my job. I actually work as a food writer and editor for a local food magazine. I know? It's like holding a Weight Watchers meeting in a donut shop right? It sounds like a dream--getting paid to eat, and I'll admit it's not too bad. But you're all smart people, so I'm sure you can see where the difficulty might arise though. It means eating out on a fairly regular basis and I can't just have the salad when reviewing a restaurant.

Yesterday we were preparing for a photo shoot which means going for a tasting of the foods the chef we are featuring will be offering. It's a hard life but someone has to do it. But that wasn't it. In the evening, I had to go out for dinner again because of a dining event happening in the city. Right, so that meant two pretty big meals in one day and now I'm feeling bad.

I know the books all tell you that if you have a setback, to not let it completely derail you. While this sounds very logical advice from someone sitting in an office typing on their keyboard, it's really not that practical for someone who'll look for any reason to pig out.

But this little piggy is going to try.