Time to Get Hardcore...

Today was the last day of diet slacking. I went to a happy hour after work with my boss and 2 other co-workers. The problem with drinking with your boss is, you cannot get drunk. This is the first place I've worked where I don't feel comfortable around my direct supervisor. He's a nice person and has a great sense of humor but at the same time he's reserved. It was nice, I had a drink, ate a couple of mozzarella sticks (the only thing on the appetizer sampler I could eat) made small talk for an hour then came home.

As an act of defiance, I wore my Ugg clogs to work. My pants were long enough that no one could tell my shoes were backless. Yes, my company has a dress code policy, which is strictly enforced, that states women cannot wear open backed or toed shoes. Plus, we have to wear hose everyday. During the summer I felt jealousy whenever I would go to the gym and other women who worked out on their lunch break were wearing sandals (nice sandals, nothing trashy) and foregoing the hose.

Ben has been oscillating between happy and grumpy. It's getting close to his bed time. He was finishing up his dinner when I got home. Because it was basically "all meat" day at the daycare he didn't have much to eat. They had to feed him a jar of baby food which he hasn't eaten in a month. I played with him upstairs for a bit. We witnessed him taking a little step. He probably didn't even realize he did it. Afterwards, Michael gave him a bath; it was my turn but I am so tired I was afraid to do it.

I know Michael and I are going out to dinner tomorrow but I plan on staying on track. The seared Ahi tuna and salad should be sensible. I'm not going to weigh myself until Monday morning. I've been bad all week and know its not going to be good.