Cheeseburgers in Paradise

I am certain that heaven is a BBQ smorgasbord.

Barbecues are one of my favorite summer traditions. Each night, it seems, features some variation of beef-on-the-grill. Potlucks, where various people bring salads and desserts, are BBQ Gone Wild. I am powerless.

At our BBQ last weekend, we had fish, chicken, burgers; salads and cookies; an ice cream sundae bar. Tonight at my cousin's, Scotcheroos made an appearance. Is there anything better than chocolate on a rice krispie bar?

Here's the problem - love the food, hate the calories. So how do I have what I want at these events without going over board? I could skip the burger without a lot of sadness, but seconds on watermelon doesn't seem like a punishable offense. Seconds on the bars, however, there should be a law. The bright side is that I avoided alcohol tonight. Tomorrow night, at our end-of-campaign picnic and party, I don't know that I'll be so strong. I do know there will be hot dogs - I won't have a problem avoiding them at all.