Yeah, I don't know whether it was the worst or the best cheat night. I mean, if the point is to cheat, then it was the best. However, the point really is to not be such a huge fat guy, so then it was the worst. Whatever. It's done. Ain't tryin' to cry over no spilt milk.
Breakfast: Two eggs (one yolk), slice of whole-grain wheat bread, fruit smoothie (yogurt and banana), skim milk with whey protein and cinnamon.
Lunch: Salad (cup of spinach, cup of romaine mix, serving of bell peppers (mix of red, orange, yellow, and green), serving of grilled chicken, olive oil, balsamic vinegar), apple, carrots.
Dinner: Some sort of dessert thing. I ate on this several times tonight. It's essentially sugar with a bunch of other bad things in there. If Tricia ever reads this, maybe she can be more detailed. I ate a bit when I got there, then some more after we got back from the grocery store, then a little more before dinner (to clarify, I probably had about a normal pie-slice worth over the course of the night, but a little at a time). For actual dinner, I had about two servings of beef, about two cups (maybe three) of the fried potato dish, I had at least one serving of Brussels sprouts... oh, and I had some cheese and some sour cream in my potatoes. Then I had three or four Girl Scout peanut butter cookies, and a Twizzler. See? I told you it was the worst (best?) cheat night.
So I should go for a walk right now, but I'm going to put it off until tomorrow, because I need to get to bed soon.