All for naught

I have a red and white wrap dress that I love. I try to wear it to church Sunday and...oh no. This is bad. In fact it is very, not good. In a few different places. I'm still young enough that I can hardcore diet for a week and see results. Since I have to wear this dress on Saturday night to a Christmas party a crashing I will go. And crash I did. All week. Even when Hubs was out of town which is an all time favorite opportunity to grab a quick fattening bite. But did I? No. Only a DIET limeade from Sonic when I thought my tastebuds would revolt against me and cause me to jump face first into a pile of brownies or cake batter. So it's Thursday night and Hubs is back home and in the course of convo he mentions not wanting to go to the Christmas party after all. I choke on my snack of ice cubes and water.
Excuse me, I need to go to the kitchen for an IV of chips and Dr. Pepper. Grr.