Ladies -- this weekend, well, yesterday to be exact, I did the unthinkable.
I went to the gay Pride celebration here in DC. There was LOTS and I mean LOTS
of food there.
I got chicken on a stick [protein] and a Diet Coke. Then, my friends stopped and got fries.
I don't think anyone can quite understand the relationship I used to have with fries. They were my friends, my soul mates, my compadres. I could eat potatoes and, namely fries, everyday for the rest of my life. If stranded on a deserted island with nothing to eat and I got a wish for food, it would be a neverending pile of potatoes. While many on SB worry about their bread/pasta/rice addictions, I was crying about my beloved, the potato.
So now, you can get a small, yet not comprehensive idea of the love I feel for the fellas.
Well, as I was saying, my friends got fries. And, ladies and gents, I had one, count it
fry the size of half my pinky. And that was it.
I curbed the craving, had one, satiated it, and moved on.
After when they got Italian ices, I sucked on my Diet Coke. Sure, I was thinking about how yummy that one fry was, but still. It was only one!
Anyone have any unthinkable moments this weekend???