Er, it's the thought that counts?

Last Night's Plan:
Come home from work, change clothes, then go out to eat. After a stern talk with self, order a salad and a tall glass of water. Come home and go for a walk while laundry is in the washer.

What Actually Happened:
Apparently willpower sneaks out in sweat, because after lingering too long in the oven that is my home I completely forgot my mental pep-talk. We had pizza. And Coke. Then stopped off for cakey goodness, which resulted in a "hey, that looks good too!" free-for-all.
You can guess which window the notion of walking and laundry flew out of.

I made up for it tonight. ((crossing fingers behind back))
Well.... I did the laundry and the walking, but there's no need to talk about dinner is there? I didn't think so.