Well my friend's birthday dinner went okay. I made a single glass of wine last all evening, just had olives and artichokes to start although had a torn-up slice of bread on my plate (didn't actually eat it but it averted questioning). It was veggie lasagne - mostly roast peppers and butternut squash - and I ate round most of the pasta and then volunteered to clear the plates away. Nowhere to hide where it came to pudding, and I won't torture you all by saying what it was, but it was at least quite small - made in individual little pots. I was a pound up this morning, which I can live with.
The worst thing though is that since last night's sugarbomb all I can think about today is eating and I am having to really consciously resist the urge to pig out, whereas since I started low-carbing I don't really think about food between meals. So remember, it's not just the direct cheating, it's the knock on effect.
I did see someone last night who I haven't seen since the week I started my diet, and she noticed my weight-loss straight away and was very complimentary. I was pathetically grateful, as other than my Mum and MrRinky, no-one else seems to have noticed. I know I'm still a big girl, but I've lost almost three stone and it feels weird that it has appeared to be invisible to anyone else.