Diets are stupid

on birthdays and on vacation. And today I'm hit by both -- Mary's birthday, and Williamsburg. We ate at one of the taverns for lunch -- that was about a gazillion calories right there -- and we're going out to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner, and we had cake in the middle of the afternoon. And they have Belgian waffles in the hotel buffet -- the make 'em fresh kind. And we even tried to exercise in the exercise room, but they had a treadmill without a manual setting option that did really weird things when you tried to change the level and sagged when you ran on it, and a recumbent bicycle which at its longest setting would be appropriate for someone 5'0" and which couldn't get up to a difficulty level high enough for me to break a sweat. My heart rate maxed out at 110. After 15 minutes (tops) we gave up completely and did crunches and pushups, and those went considerably better, so at least I got a little workout. But not much.