I think you can see where this diet post is heading. All you serious eaters were right. I should have never brought my scale on the road. Stepping on it Dallas was painful. But weighing myself in New Orleans, where I am now, was an exercise in self-flagellation. Plus, it put a real crimp in my normal New Orleans eating style, which is to map out each bite in the course of the day, six meals in all, eaten at three-hour intervals. So I limited myself to three meals a day in a city which truly offers a fantastic array of delicious things. As it turns out, you can still pack in plenty of good eating in three meals...
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