Flipflops in the Rain


get in my belly!

i know you’re all dying to know how my fast food fast is going. weeeeelll. it’s going.

the problem with my new “diet” (three weeks tomorrow — yea!) is that i’m always, always hungry. Usually, pre-fast, gorging on a chikin sandwich and milkshake would fill me up for most the day. Now, i’m eating trail mix by the gallon, drooling over thoughts of Mexican food and wasting loads of money on snack foods for my desk (the rationale being that i won’t pop over to chik fil a or taco bell if i have enough food at my desk). even as i’m writing this, my eyes are wandering over to the box of triscuits. i’m. not. even. HUNGRY.

someone help me. how do i curb these cravings?

oh, yeah. and gym at least once a week? fail. how can i gym it when i’m bogged down by all this excess salty snack weight?



eat more chikin.
November 15, 2007, 2:52 pm
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i just ate two chicken sandwiches from the new chick fil a down the street. I have a third unopened sandwich sitting next to me. my stomach is convulsing and i want to keel over in fullness pains. but the smell is intoxicating and the sweet, sweet taste is calling out to me… i just might have to go for it.

everyone in my office warned me about the deliciousness that is this seemingly average fast food restaurant. despite my skepticism and best efforts to not jump on the chikin bandwagon, i found they were right. i may have had what some might call a religious experience. and — judging by the dozens of other coworkers wandering around with chick fil a bags — i’m not alone.

hmm… on that note, perhaps i could auction off my third sandwich?

or not.

… and her gravestone read “death by chiken.”