That’s it. My achilles heel of food. The soft spot. What I cannot and have never been able to resist. Which makes it hard now that I live with a full blooded italian man who grew up eating pasta every Sunday and probably a couple of nights in between. He loves pasta in any form, but especially with red sauce (ok, gravy) and he makes a great gravy.
I can never eat just one plate. I always like a little more. Always. Weight watchers or not. I can resist many things, including donuts, candy, cookies but I cannot resist pasta.
Fortunately, Mr. Phat doesn’t cook it quite as often as I know he would like and when he made it today, it was with wheat pasta. It’s a new taste for him and I think it’s growing on him. Also fortunately, I had salad for lunch, yogurt for breakfast, and I did zumba after work. So yes, I had a bowl and then I had some more!!