Last night we went to dinner at Red Lobster with a group of friends. Before leaving our place, I slipped into a room and prayed for help. I knew the only way I could make it through the meal without overeating was if I had Divine assistance.
First of all, I worried about the cheesy biscuits. I absolutely love, love, love their cheesy biscuits, and I've never been able to go to Red Lobster without having a full meal of those melt-in-your mouth delights even before devouring an entree and any accompanying sides dishes.
When we pulled up to the restaurant, my heart sank. It was Endless Shrimp time. I felt like all odds were stacking against me... willing me to succumb and break my stickK contract. Silent prayers raced through my mind. Heaven help me.
And Heaven did. I ate one -- count it, one - biscuit. Ooooo how I wanted more more more. But I held tight. I ate my salad, and part of my Talapia (yes, I even avoided the Endless Shrimp!), then brought my leftovers home.
Thank Heaven. I did...and still do.