Gluttony, defined:
Friday night, I went here. It's one of my favorites. But I only had a margarita...which I drank in two sips. Whoops.
Saturday night, I went here. Two Hogaardens later, my fave, I was happy in bed at 10pm.
Last night, I went here. After a 8.3 mile run and hour swim, I couldn't fit enough in my mouth. THE best turkish food I have ever had.
Then, on the way home, I bought a scale.
(and I wonder why I can't for the life of my drop 10 pounds?! ha)