Skinny Bitch is the grossest book I've ever read, but also the most helpful.
I'm done eating crap. There are some fruity-looking candies on the receptionist's desk, and I'm not even tempted. Chicken fingers
Last night I had a dream I was ordering from the vegetarian section of a restaurant menu. (The triangle-shaped manager-guy from Best Fitness was our waiter. I think my circles are overlapping. And I need to get back to the gym.) Their two options were pretty lame, but I know in real life I have more choices. Even Casa Blanca won't be so bad.