So, I volunteer with ARC, our local GLBQT group here on the Island. And Sunday we held a community spaghetti dinner. Spaghetti, Caesar salad, a roll and dessert. Yummy, eh? And since I was volunteering to set up, serve and clean up, my dinner was free. And, to make things even better, only a handful of people showed up, which meant there was a shit ton of food left over.
Normally, I would have dug into the spaghetti, scarfed down a couple of rolls and hoed into the desserts, telling myself that it was a special occasion, that I deserved the treat, that because I didn’t eat a lot all day it would be fine. But this time I didn’t. Instead I had a bowl of spaghetti sauce and a salad. Oh, and I had three croutons. Compared to what I normally would have put away, not too frigging bad.