Darn you, carby Italian food!

Earlier this evening, my wife and I ate at Sbarro. I wanted to eat at Pho Hoa – what else is new? – but my wife said that she had Vietnamese coming out her ears (a more subtle, diplomatic paraphrase of what she really said), so we had to eat elsewhere.

That elsewhere was Sbarro, and we left both unsatisfied. She ordered a pasta dish she considered too expensive, while I ordered a vegetarian pizza I knew was too carby to make me feel good. To make ourselves feel better, we had a small Dairy Queen Blizzard afterward. (Yes, I’m bad.) It made me feel much better, but I know it wasn’t good for me. I am not making this a habit, I promise.

Tomorrow, I run. Not just because I want to, but thanks to this unsatisfying dinner, I have to. Darn it. I am both unsatisfied and bloated. Bleh.

Update: Shucks, umulan! I just did an upper body workout and some abs exercises. Darn it!