Until My Middle Name Was "Excess"

Yeah, I guess that little diet of mine is going to have to start tomorrow. I had a small dinner consisting of an organic burrito, salsa, and fat free sour cream. Then John called and we went swimming. A small meal and a little physical activity. So far, so good, right?
And then John said, "You know what sounds good? Margaritas!"
So we went to Chili's where we drank margaritas and ate several bowls of their damned "bottomless" chips and salsa followed by some veggie fajitas. I haven't eaten until I was sick since I was seven years old and got into the cookie dough. It's not fun.
I'm not blaming John or anything. I'm just sick of not having any will power. I mean, what else could I do today to make myself more gluttonous?
I'm going to bed before the ice cream starts calling my name.