eating out

When I eat out it's always a disaster story. Now that I am back to counting my tally marks, six so far today, I seem to be a little more in control of my situations. After shopping I stopped at my daughters for a few minutes. I was hungry, it was past lunch time. I reached for the candy for immediate gratification. I choose to wait a wee longer and eat out with my daughter as planned. Instead of my usual double bacon cheeseburger with fries, I ordered pasta with grilled chicken and one drink of soda only. I also asked for a box to take home part of my serving. For a change my head certainly was not in my stomach. By that I mean my stomach always says it's never enough, give me more. See ya!