Lately, I have been a very good boy, diet-wise. I don’t keep a scale around, but I’ve lost at least 3 inches off my waist, and it’s enough that people keep noticing everywhere I go. For graduation, I had to buy a new blazer, because the one I bought a couple of years ago was much too big. You get the idea.
Lately I’d been especially good, and considering that I have surgery coming up and can count on losing about 10 pounds in the recovery process, I figured I was fine to reward myself. So I went to my local Whataburger, an establishment I have such a fondness for. Huge, fresh, delicious burgers 24 hours a day. Oh yeah.
I pull up. I order a combo. I upsize the combo. Then I think to myself “why not”, and substitute a shake for the beverage. I pull up to the window, wait a minute or so, the window opens, and I am handed a 44 OUNCE VANILLA MILKSHAKE. What is going on in this country? I mean… whoah. The mind boggles. I ate my burger and fries, and had somewhere between 1/3rd and 1/2 of the milkshake. Yowza!
Looks like the closest thing I’ll be having to a treat for a while will be a subway sandwich with no condiments…
LC