The diet of last week did not fare so well. The week started out wonderfully (yea). Then a drill day hit (boo). And on that drill day was a going away at Itz! (hissssssss). Talk about lack of quality control in the food department. The vegetables were dried out, likely from old age. The dressing looked like it had been there for awhile too. So, I didn't eat much as compared to what I usually scarf down my pie hole. How did that play out? A big fat revenge of the hungry freakin tummy at dinner. There's no escaping your body's need for food. However, there is escaping the simple mental controls that usually keep your intake in check. Oh, it was bad. Everything looked to be tasty and in immediate need to GET IN MY BELLY! And so it was. I ate and drank way more than I should. It would not have been so bad except the delicious dessert treat I got. I should have tried a mini size dessert, but the hunger that built up from lunch was bigger than Fat Bastard from Austin Powers. Down the pint sized sundae dessert went. Suffering ensued for the next two days. Not enough to keep me away from more crap eating on Saturday though (not to worry, I go big or go home). It all ended with a pumpkin cheesecake from Champps during the UFC fights.