I tried. I really tried. A salad here. A small turkey sandwich there. But they wore me down. The conference is providing three meals a day and alcohol at night. Last night was some perfectly wonderful Salmon. I cracked. Back for seconds? You bet! Care for dessert? Why not? Couple of beers to wash it all down? No problem.
I have given up for the rest of the week. I will pay my penance when I get back home and all my work for the last month has been erased. But for the rest of the week? I shall attempt to avoid excess but the plate will be full of whatever yummies they put in front of me.
More from the land of milk and honey later.
