...Well, I did. Let me explain.
I did great all day, had lovely salads with the BEST dressing (Editor's note: YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS DRESSING - remove bacon from pan, saute finely chopped onions in bacon fat, add a glug of orange juice (or just juice
the orange into the pan) and a teaspoon of English mustard, stir till reduced, pour over salad hot, OM NOM till you are full). I walked about 2 miles with the kid. I was at the huge mall, but didn't get anything to eat. But I knew that the evening was going to be tough, as I had writer's group, which is at a theatre pub, and the ladies always split a bottle of wine. So, I went. And I had a glass of wine. I didn't freak out, I didn't beat myself up over it, I had a glass (and no nibbles!!!), and came home, where hubs had ordered omelette, curry, and rice. Well, the omelette is perfectly fine, and the curry looked safe enough, so I had that over approximately 1 tablespoon of rice (just enough to give the sauce something to stick to), and that was it.
Technically? I cheated. It's supposed to be no alcohol, no rice. So why don't I call it that? Because that Puritanical food mindset is one of those things I am trying to break in my head. Food *doesn't* have to be good or bad, it can just be a carrier of calories, and when I stop vilianizing (and lionizing) certain foods, THAT's when I can begin to feel more in control over my body.
There's a naughty e-card/meme going around that says "Instead of meat, maybe you should give up your contradictory, homophobic religion for Lent. Just sayin'." I like that. Instead of giving something up, I am giving up the mindset that got me into trouble in the first place.