Yay I finally get to post here! To be honest, mine is a little embarrassing, but oh well.
Yesterday evening my days' plans got changed and due to a lack of appropriate planning when I realized this change, I end up in the car, driving home at 9:45 PM, and I hadn't had dinner. I'd had a snack at about 2/2:30 and normally have dinner somewhere in 6:30 to 8 range. I'm hungry, I'm tired, its that TOM, and I know we don't have a lot of options at home. I call Dear Fiancee and he recommends that I pick up food (reading between the lines: he was afraid of hungry fiancee monster of doom).
So I swing through Wendys drive through. My tired, hungry, TOM brain somehow convinces itself that a breaded chicken sandwich meal is on plan food. Really. I believe this for the 30 seconds it takes to order. Of course, as I pull forward in the line, I start to have a more honest internal dialogue. The chili I ordered as my side is probably passable, and the Diet Coke will be okay, but there is no way that breaded chicken sandwich on white bread bun is acceptable. I get to the window, thinking I'll ask to change my order to a salad, but the sandwich is made and I chicken out. They even give me a free small fries because the line was so long.
I'm driving home and grab a handful of the fries. They are delicious. And I regret them instantly. Then a phrase creeps into my brain that I read here on this forum...
"I've never regretted NOT eating something"
And, I thought of the accountability thread that TwynnB and I are doing this week. And I resolved to not eat that sandwich. When I got home I threw the fries in the trash can. I had the chili, and a small prepackaged salad I found in the fridge. Sandwich went in the fridge for my fiancee to eat later. I'm still in quasi-shock that I was able to not eat it once I had bought it.
The saying is true. I don't regret not eating it.
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