Forgive me, Dr. Atkins, for I have sinned. Did I mention that I fell off the low-carb wagon in a big way last night? I had a G&T (no diet tonic available), two pints of sweet, sweet beer, and a big vanilla milkshake. (Though the milkshake isn’t as bad as you’re thinking, since here they’re mostly milk and not really any ice cream.) But still. I know. The amazing thing is that according to my testing strips, I’m still in ketosis. So either that’s residual ketones still in my system, or I luckily managed *not* to exceed my as-yet-undetermined daily carb level. And it might’ve helped that I went to the gym yesterday and worked my ass off. But I promise to be a good girl from now on… Well, at least until Tuesday, when I take the Snook out for his birthday to a big, surprise, fancy-pants restaurant!