Nik + Nutella ≠ Good Weigh In

I had a less-than-stellar weekend; food-wise anyway. I’m going to miss my WW meeting and weigh-in this week because my youngest daughter has a dentist appointment. I still think I’ll be able to recover from the weekend in the next couple of days, but I guess this means that I’ll have another week before having to “officially” weigh in. So, what did I trip up on this weekend? Let’s make a list; shall we?

Gill’s Hot Italian Sub (at least it was a “mini”)
Several large bites of my husband's leftover sub
Chips
Frozen Yogurt (from the carton)
WAY too much Nutella (the nectar of the Gods!)

I did a little shopping by myself on Saturday while my parents took my daughter’s to my niece’s birthday party. It was nice; I haven’t had a chance to do that in a very long time. I wasn’t seriously tempted by anything at the food court; I even stopped at the grocery store to get some fresh sushi for lunch instead of doing fast food. But then, my husband put in his request for a sub from the most incredible sub shop on the planet. There is nothing that compares to these sandwiches; nothing. I actually worked there during high school. Let’s just say that what they didn’t pay me in wages, I ate in subs. I was good and only got myself a mini, which is probably about 6 inches long. I didn’t forego the cheese (1 slice of provolone) or the Italian oil. After all, it’s the oil that makes the sandwich so incredible. I did stay away from their amazing macaroni salad, even though I got some for my husband. I’m usually able to eat ½ of the sandwich and then save the other ½ for the next day but I didn’t do that this time. Nope, the entire thing was down my gullet in record time. Damn, it was good!

I also had a few of nice crisp apples this weekend. Yummy macintoshes… only problem is that they were slathered with copious amounts of Nutella. Although the stuff has approximately the same nutritional properties as peanut butter (pb has a bit more protein), the amount of it that I ate was completely unnecessary. My girls do adore it, but I’ll either have to get better at rationing myself around it, or not get it anymore. That stuff is dangerous!