Can I just tell you, that if California Pizza Kitchen delivered one of their Greek pizzas to my door right now, I would kiss this whole South Beach (ish) thing I'm doing goodbye so fast your head would spin. Really, I would. I have GOT to figure out how to make that. In two weeks. Yeah.
I've actually done pretty well today (although I cheated and drank the fresh squeezed orange juice that came with my breakfast. I did not, however, eat ONE SINGLE fry--no hash browns in Spain. Not one, people.) Seriously Dr. Agatston, is orange juice THAT bad for me? Anyway, I drank it.
I was mostly good at lunch, except for, ahem, my beverage. 'Nuff said.
So now I will drink my lovely dinner of ice-cold gazpacho and dream of California Pizza Kitchen. And I actually thinking gazpacho is prob'ly kinda cheating too, 'cuz pretty sure they throw some bread in when they make it.
Maybe I'll do better tomorrow....