SassyBlonde

I just spent the better part of a day recovering from one of the more fabulous meals I've ever experienced. It was so worth it.

Last night D and I hung out out over at Chez Frankenberry, where we were treated to yummy artichokes (see... right over there ---> that gorgeous thing that my sorry-ass camera phone couldn't capture worth a damn) as well as great steaks, yummy rice pilaf, super bread (which was my total undoing) and I swear to God, the best strawberry pie I've ever put in my face (for the love, the crust alone was worth raptures... crispy, flaky... *drools*) Not to mention happy drinks to start with... mojitos for me and Mrs. F's happy drink, Malibu and pineapple juice for D.

Now, that being said, I completely and totally overdid it. Somewhere in the course of great conversation, copious dog petting (as I'm sure they're sick of hearing, Frankenberry's dog could give the Marchesa Casati's cheetahs a run for their money in the style category), and general merriment, I went completely off the chart, and unfortunately for my A1c and kidneys, I also had a clogged canula. My poor little pump just couldn't keep up. I woke up puffy and feeling like I had had my tongue dehydrated and my eyeballs squeezed, not to mention that my dreams last night made all the Sci-Fi Channel I watched today seem tame and comforting by comparison.*

I need to pause here for a moment to make the stringent point that in no way was any of that nastiness the fault of Sir Frankenberry and his lovely wife, which I'm sure they're smart enough to know. My numbers were normal when I left and before I went to bed, and there's no way to predict a clogged pump set. Just wanted to make that clear before I moved on, since I know he'll read this at some point.

So after a lot of soul searching and rumination this past week, this morning's water and insulin and lo-carb therapy was just the tipping point, and I'm going back on the diet wagon. Those size 8 Paper Denim and Cloth jeans are calling, and I can't say I'd be unhappy about having to buy a new dress for my concerto concert in September...