Last night I got a last minute invitation to dinner at the new Hibachi buffet in Central Park.
Now the universe was trying to tell me something. Eddie had an appt at 6:00. It is always an hour long, and normally he's out right on time. However, the appointment ran late, and I called telling the others to go ahead without me because I wasn't sure when he was getting out. But they waited, and we ended up meeting them at about 7:30 pm.
It was a huge buffet, and I took my time, like the skinny people supposedly do, and looked at everything they had before making my choices. I settled on grilled or steamed stuff, with the exception of 3 small shrimp tempura looking things. I was feeling pretty good about myself, but then some little round things with powdered sugar caught my eye. Little doughnuts.
Oh God.
3 little doughnuts, and a miniature sized square of a tiramisu later, I got up from the table.
Feeling the sodium creeping into my veins and my body swelling with immediate water gain, I managed to waddle to the car without orbiting into space like Harry Potter's unfortunate helium-filled aunt.
1 comment:
Hey! I don't think that sounds too bad. If all that other stuff was grilled and steamed, how much damage could you really have done with 3 little doughnuts and a tiramisu?? Not bad at all. You could've gone off the edge with fried and saucy things, but you didn't!!! You did well!
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