“Hi, My name is Monica and I’m a carbaholic. I hit rock bottom when I ate a cheese bagel, cereal and 5 gallons of iced coffee in one day. Now I’m just trying to take it one day at a time.”
(You): “Hi Monica.”
Today I put rice on my salad and I knew I needed to talk with someone. I considered ending it all, or at least ending the rest of my Cinnamon Burst Cheerios, but I decided to be strong.
Actually that’s a lie – that rice on my salad was a genius idea. You should do it. Unless this makes me a carb dealer. Peer pressure is a B.
I had a job interview this afternoon and then went on a wild goose chase trying to track down a package. No it wasn’t a package of carbs, I’m trying to get off the stuff.
But, I did come home to tortilla soup with avocado and a big bowl of popcorn. This is what happens when you stop by Target when you’re hungry. The Siren’s Song of those buttery corn kernels is too much for me to resist. At least I made my own.
Around 8pm Ben randomly called and needed a ride home from work. Today was weird.
Anyways, he hadn’t eaten and apparently is not in the business of eating popcorn and soup for dinner (his loss) so we went through a generic burger drive through.
I drank the kool-aid ate the fries.
He says this is the best burger he’s had in years, or since last Tuesday. Same deal.
I tried to pry myself away from his fries with a Vitatop. It’s like I always say, “Don’t stop till you Vitatop!”
I don’t know what’s worse for my health – the fact that my diet is 80% carbs or all these cheesy jokes…
At least carbs aren’t full of saturated fats. Ba dum bump.