The Hollando Diet

In a comment on an earlier post, Holland praised my discipline. Boy, did he speak too soon. Work rather got in the way of my South Beach regimen yesterday.

The morning started well enough, but I got drafted into a last-minute lunch meeting at a place with few smart-carb options on the menu. I ended up ordering a California Chicken Sandwich, on bread (the humanity!) — although the other ingredients (melted swiss cheese, guacamole, tomatoes, onions) were generally sound.

Then a colleague thrust upon me her homemade apple crisp, which, naturally, could only be truly savored a la mode. I ate it … but only out of professional courtesy, of course.

Finally, as the stress level around the office had been rather higher than normal, I broke down and poured myself a whiskey after work.

What do I get for my three transgressions in one day? 172.5 pounds, that’s what!