Triple B's resident bride-to-be is finding her way in the world of portion control.

Hey Triple B, I hope everyone’s week was well. As far as my diet is concerned, for the most part mine was great. However, Friday was a challenging day. I met some girlfriends for dinner at Carmines. If you are familiar with Carmines [in New York City] you already know their mammoth size family style portions of Italian fare can be any dieter’s nemesis. I handled it well, if I do say so myself. I gave myself permission to enjoy for the evening. Evoking an 80/20 rule of sorts, the Dieter’s edition.

“Since I had been on my best behavior the entire week (the 80%), tonight (the 20%) would not kill my progress.” This is how I rationalized it. Funny thing was though, after I gave myself permission, the desire to overindulge was gone.  I was able to taste without devouring and without feeling deprived.  I had a nice time, and was quite satisfied when I left the restaurant.  I also didn’t have the, wanting to jump off a bridge because “I ate the whole thing” feeling that I would have in the past.

This whole experience has been eye opening. It is also becoming less about fitting into a dress and more about a healthier lifestyle.  But let’s not get it twisted, I do want to slip into a fabulous dress and look damn good when I do it. I mean truth is truth. Who am I fooling?

To follow up on last week, mission impossible was accomplished.  Royshawn finished his guest list. WooHoo! It actually turned out not to be as difficult as I anticipated. We sat down on Sunday and he got it done in less than an hour. Surprise! Surprise! The rest of the planning is progressing slow and steady.  Hopefully I can continue this stress free pace and get everything done. Wishful thinking I know, but I can always hope.