Day 6: I did it My Way

Today's exercise: None! Today is a day of rest. It's also date night, so Scott and I will be heading out to dinner... uh oh.

Breakfast: 1 c. PostRaisin Bran, 1/2 c. 2% milk, 1/2 large banana

Mid morning snack: 1 apple

Lunch: The last of the French Potato and Chicken Salad, 1/2 c. couscous mixed with sauteed spinach and garlic (It's clean out the fridge day! lol!)

Mid Afternoon Snack: 1 c. green grapes

Early evening snack while waiting for Scott to get the hell home from work!: 1 banana

Dinner: 2 mozzarella sticks, 1/2 portion of chicken marsala, about a cup of angel hair pasta with marinara

Scott and I have our little routine. One morning every weekend we go out for diner breakfast at our favorite diner, the Park West. And every Friday is date night and we go out to dinner. Hoboken is only 1.2 miles square, but there are a million restaurants. Oddly enough we tend to frequent the same handful. Tonight we went to one of our regular spots, Leo's Grandevous. Leo's is a neighborhood Italian joint. Typical Italian fare for a decent price. They have the best veal parmigiana in town.

I know, I know, it's veal, little baby cows that are treated so terribly, but damn they are tasty. One of my favorite "South Park" bits is when the kids go to the cattle ranch on a class trip and when they go into the veal shed, there are all these little baby cows drawn with great big eyes, looking all sad. Cartman goes up to one and goes, "Awwwww, look at this one... He looks delicious!" I don't mind eating vegetarian, but I do like meat. My line is always, "If God did want us to eat animals, then he wouldn't have made them so darn tasty!" But that is a personal choice.

Anyway, Scott got the veal parm and I got the chicken marsala. I went a little bit off the rails by eating two mozzarella sticks and half a piece of bread and some of the pasta. But it ain't gonna kill me and I'm not going to beat myself up over it.

Hoboken, for the one or two of you not from this planet or two young to know about the Rat Pack, is the birthplace of Frank Sinatra, ol' Blue Eyes. And this town loves its favorite son, even if he did hate this town. Once Sinatra got out, he never set foot back here again. But nobody talks about that. We have Sinatra Park, Sinatra Drive and the Frank Sinatra Memorial Post Office. And places like Leo's, that have dozens of pictures of the man up on its walls and a jukebox loaded with everything he ever sang. Tonight while we were eating Scott's favorite Sinatra song "Summer Wind" came on. I'm not sure if I have a favorite Sinatra song, but don't tell any of the old timers around here that. A couple of years before Frank passed away he collapsed on stage during a concert. I was coming home late that night after being out with friends, so obviously I had not been privy to that news. But when I got in a cab at the train station, before even asking me where I wanted to go, the cab driver turned to me and said, "Did you hear? Sinatra collapsed on stage tonight!" Yes this town loves their Frank.

Anyway, not real sure what any of that has to do with this diet, except now I have Sinatra riffhead, a weird mash-up of "Summer Wind" and "My Way".

Tomorrow should be a fun day. It's my "cheat day" (although tonight was kind of that) where I allow myself to eat things I wouldn't on a normal day (of course in moderation). You can't deny yourself all the time! And tomorrow is a family get together out at my sister's place in the middle of nowhere near the border of Pennsylvania. One thing my family does is eat. So I'm sure I'll have plenty to tell tomorrow. Lord help me, if I survive.

'Til then...