As always, it was kind of meh.
But my mom and my sister are both on Weight Watchers. So they treated this as a sort of ordeal, a test of theeir willpower, as they split a breadstick. The whole thing felt bizarrely performative, as they turned self-denial into theater.
I'm not sure who the audience was supposed to be, though. Me, the nonconforming, fat daughter/sister? Each other?</i>
I came home and played THROW IT FOR ME, HUMAN! with Princess. (To the uninitiated, it might look like Fetch. But fetch is for dogs.)