Drat those evil fast food empires! I went to lunch with co-workers today (birthday celebration) and thought I was ordering a lower-calorie alternative with the bruschetta chicken breast sandwich. I mean, I laid the bun daintily aside and ate only the chicken, which was lightly (okay, liberally) spread with (probably swiss) cheese and lightly daubed with a sort of aoli-and-mayonnaise sauce.

Idle curiosity led me to check the calorie count online when I got back to the office and, even though I skipped the bread, it looks like I gave the diet a big setback. At a whopping 830 calories (with fries*), I've pretty much maxed out my calorie allowance for the day.

I don't even know why I do things like that. In my own defense, when I accepted the invitation, the restaurant chosen was an Asian place where I knew I could get a good, light meal. And I don't want to eat that heavily any more. I feel sick.

Anyhow. Monday, Monday.

The weekend was productive in its own way. I worked about eight hours on Saturday and about six hours or so on Sunday. A lot of Gidget Co work, account maintenance and miscellaneous stuff for a new website she was putting together and a huge chunk of the Bernie project.

Today I'm doing month-end reporting. Tomorrow I'm out of the office at a Webstrainer seminar that the Argonut Café astonished me by paying for. Wednesday I'm in the office. Thursday I'm actually taking off to (with luck) largely finish the Bernie project and do some follow-up on my Gidget Co work. By the time Friday of this week arrives, I am going to be on top of all these projects! That's a good feeling.

Unlike, for instance, the feeling in my stummick right now. Yuck.

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* I know fries are evil. I--I just love them. I only let myself have them once a month or so. *sob* And these were garlic-parmesan and just fabulous. But. Seriously? I had more than enough food to eat without eating French fries, so now I wish I'd asked them to keep their stupid fries.