Friday, September 16, 2011
Tonight I went to dinner. I ordered the grilled chicken and mashed potatoes hold the gravy please and a glass of water( why waste calories on fruity drinks with no actual fruit in it.) The meal came with a trip to the salad and fruit bar. As I got my salad with the spinach and not the iceberg, I reminisced on how I used to love the buffet and always wanted my moneys worth. I thought that I was making a healthy choice by starting with the salad and ending with the fruit. Although what I was having in between was three helpings of fried chicken, mac & cheese, the list goes on. Not to mention that "good" salad was drenched in dressing. I thought the buffet was the greatest thing ever thought of. I wanted to kiss the person who invented the buffet line. It looks like a Conga line sometimes. And I was once at the front of the line leading the way, It was a party and the DJ was the cook in the back, playing such tunes as fat and cholesterol and a lb of sugar. Oh how foolish of me. I smiled as I walked back to my seat laughing at the old me. and you know what, I don't have to restrain myself from walking past the buffet for fear of temptation. I am not tempted by the nonsense. If only I had the power to gaze at the people around me and cast a spell over them that makes them walk away from that conga line. I'm hanging up my party hat folks.