
So, yesterday, in a fit of hangover, I ate half of a small order of fries. I couldn't think of anything else to eat and I was starving and felt awful from the drink-a-thon I'd had the day before. I did what came naturally. I got in my car and drove to the nearest fast food place. Returning to the crib, I sat in front of the TV and started in on my combo meal without thinking. As soon as the salty crispiness hit my tongue, I knew what I was doing was wrong.
I acknowledged this to myself and to my roommate, Mitch. He raised an eyebrow, but never stopped me. He knows I can make my own decisions. Thusly, I have decided to keep avoiding fries. I'VE GOT TO KEEP AVOIDING FRIES. Giving my body a break from endless bombardments of little grease missiles is a good idea. There will be small payoffs, like weight loss and a little fundage saved. These will help me keep off the tasty potato twigs. I hope it's enough!
Thanks, Why Travel to France!





