|This is only 1/2 of the screens. Seriously. Heaven.|
I got a cheeseburger.
I wanted the Hawaiian burger with teryiaki and cheese and pineapple, but I just got the cheeseburger...Yay me #1.
I wanted the french fries (SO MUCH), but I got a side salad--and even asked for italian dressing on the side. The salad arrived drenched in salad dressing, but hey, I tried. YAY me #2.
The burger came on this THICK delicious multi-grain flavorful savory toast-ish that of course was drenched in butter. Not to mention, the top 1/2 was coated with mayo. So, I left the burger open faced, and used my fork and knife, and ate the burger on the bottom bread. No mayo. YAY me #3.
I ate the entire salad AND NOT ONE CROUTON. Now, anyone who even knows me a little, knows that me and bread--any kind of bread--are best of friends. I could eat bread ALL DAY LONG. YAY me #4.
I didn't eat the entire bottom bread, but I did eat all the burger. (I probably ate 2/3 of the bread.) YAY me #5.
L saved room so he could order a mud pie while we bowled, and R ordered a Heath Bar shake that she shared with D. It came with a mound of whip cream that made me salivate, but I just drank my fizzy water from my new water bottle that I brought with me to fight temptation. YAY me #6.
So, with all these YAYs, how did my body reward me?
Well, my guts felt like they were being ripped up and stabbed with several knives for several hours...
I guess my insides are enjoying my healthier choices and wanted to remind me that eating greasy, fattening, delectable food is what got me into this predicament in the first place.
So for breakfast this morning I had a stuffed corn muffin (new and improved batch-2 pts), a bowl of kix (1c=1 pt.) 1/3 c milk (.5pts.), 1/2 tsp. butter on the muffin (.5pts.), and a 3 oz. pork loin that L grilled last night before he found out we were going to bowl AND eat. (well, and a coke zero)....