Thank you, slacker fast food girl
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Yesterday was not going in my favor, diet-wise.
Woke up late. Missed my yummy nutritious breakfast. Had to settle for a coffee on the run. Felt bad about that.
Forgot the nutritious and delicious lunch I packed for myself the night before. Left the cute little lunchbag in the fridge. Felt bad about that.
Problem: I have exactly 12 minutes for lunch. No joke. And meager breakfast + no lunch = extremely unhappy girl. So, I swung through the nearest fast food place en route. Ordered a fresco chicken burrito. Scarfed it while racing across the county to my next job site. Serious Ms. PacMan moment. Felt bad about that.
Finished work. Came home absolutely FAMISHED. Blur of cookies, cheese sticks, chocolate pudding, more cookies...Felt bad about that.
Husband calls:" What's for dinner?"
I had planned to make a jambalaya type dish with cornbread and a side of something green. But I wasn't thinking about that during my little binge and now I definitely did not feel like cooking.
Him: "Well, I need to go to the store this afternoon anyway. Want to just get something out?"
No, I don't.
That's what I should have said.
"Let me make you something at home. "
Yes, that would have been better.
But instead I said, "Yeah, that sounds good."
Truth is, I was still feeling bad and wasn't ready to face my faithful stovetop yet.
Truth is, I was thinking about how I already effed up my diet for the day anyway, so it wouldn't matter anyway. What's a few hundred more calories?
So we went to the store.
And then we hit the fast food place.
Cashier was kinda spacey. Kept asking me to repeat the same things over and over.
I think she was having a whole other conversation with someone somewhere else. I SWEAR I heard her say "I love you" as I reeled off our orders for the 6th time.
Then she stopped me mid-order: "Hold on a minute."
There's nothing but static for, like, ever. Then she came back on.
"Does that complete your order?"
At this point I'd repeated my order so many times that I was expecting to pick up 3 of everything at the window.
Handed the kid his food. Handed hubs his. Then, WTF?! Where is my mega giant meat and cheese entrée with a pound of salty, greasy potatoes and my big a$$ soda? wtf? WTF??
I guess it didn't go through.
"Wanna drive around again?" asks the hubby.
"No, I'm ok" (cuz I know divine intervention when I see it.)
We go home and I sit down to ham sandwich on whole grain with an apple and some carrots.
And I felt good about that.