Hurdles

So I made it past the 3:00pm hurdle and didn't crack open a bottle. I ate healthy all day, following the 1,000-calorie Brazilian Butt Lift diet. I drank lots of water, too. But at 6:00pm I tripped over a hurdle and fell. Hard.

I was on the phone with a good friend of mine from Salinas, laughing and chatting away, when I absent-mindedly reached for a bottle of cabernet and popped it open. I sipped it's rich redness while gossiping away, seated in a lawn chair in the cul-de-sac. Hurdle: 1, Alli: 0

For dinner, I had a small bowl of butternut squash soup and two slices of quesadilla. The soup adheres to the diet; the cheesy goodness smooshed between the toasty tortillas? Not so much. Hurdle: 2, Alli: 0

But then... I took it a step further. As usual.

The kids were enjoying large mounds of Ben-n-Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream. After scooping out the creamy goodness for them, I divulged upon the rest. One half-pint of dairy wonder down the hatch. As I drifted into euphoria, I read the back of the carton: "we made the world's first batch of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream in 1984, inspired by a customer's anonymous note on our scoop shop's suggestion board." Hmm. Interesting fact. That's good party trivia, I thought. I'm so glad I ate this ice cream, otherwise I would have never known that!

But not once did I think about turning the carton around to reveal the nutrition information; the frightening reality that I had just doubled the 270-calorie serving size into 540 mindless, vengeful calories that would soon be residing... on my ass.

Hurdle: 3, Alli: 0

Brazilian Butt Lift Diet, you are kicking my ass. In all the wrong ways.