Dating and Dieting

I’ve been on the dating website Plenty of Fish (POF) for three and a half years but inactive for more than two and a half years. At The beginning of January I started to get messages from guys who wanted to meet me. I guess it’s a New Year’s resolution thing. So I responded and had a flurry of dates.

One of my resolutions, along with most people in the U. S., was to lose the thirty pounds I’ve gained in the past few years. I started on Weight Watchers. I was doing nine well.  I lost nine pounds, until I started meeting the men. The first guy I suggested meeting for coffee (tea for me) so I wouldn’t be tempted by high calorie foods. We had a lovely three hour conversation at Starbucks. There were no sparks and I outweighed him by at least forty pounds. After we’d talked for two hours, he insisted on buying me something to eat. Luckily Starbucks has the calorie count on the sign for all its goodies. I chose a bagel, the least caloric option.

The next fellow, now nicknamed The Roadie, asked to meet at The British Open, a pub. I had a Michelob Ultra, only ninety-five calories, not too bad. He announced that he liked to cook and invited me to dinner. So far he’s fixed steak with fully-loaded baked potatoes, lamb chops with garlic mashed potatoes, and Beef Bourguignon stew with crusty rolls. These are not on my eating plan.

Another fellow wanted to meet at one of my favorite restaurants, Uncle Sal’s, in Scottsdale. They serve Italian cuisine. I ordered eggplant parmesan. It looked like a large slab of lasagna, but was at least ten layers of thinly sliced (and fried) eggplant. Delicious, but no on my eating plan.

Last week I gained a pound.

I babysat for my granddaughters last night. Luckily their favorite restaurant is Sweet Tomatoes so I ate well but healthy. The seven-year old and I had a fun time painting tee-shirts with stencils for her mother, her sister, and one for her. It’s interesting that my vision of how they would turn out was nothing like the final products. She decided not to stencil her red tee-shirt but rather to put a huge “A” (her name is Abby) on the front and surround it with “v’s” for Valentine’s Day. I don’t think she’d understand my reluctance due to The Scarlet Letter.

Now it’s almost Valentine’s Day. No one will buy me presents but I’ll probably purchase the chocolates myself.  Plus I’m making Oreo truffles for friends.

Oreo Truffles

I’m sabotaging myself!

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