As we know, today is the last day of my one month of no fast food (even though, technically, 30 days was over yesterday.)
I came home around 11 with dinner for my sister and myself. She ate hers. Mine is still waiting for another 32 minutes.
No, I’m not going crazy and eating a bucket of KFC with a Big Mac chaser. I don’t even like Big Macs. I can’t even really be friends with people who eat Big Macs. At least not if they eat them in my presence. Who voluntarily eats that sauce? Seriously. Disgusting.
I got a Chicken McNugget Happy Meal with apples and a Diet Coke, for the record. I also got the boys’ toy, just like I have since I was a kid. Take that, gender stereotypes.
I suppose I’m going to continue crocheting and watching Jersey Shore and whatever else that’ll take my mind off of it. I haven’t had actually food since lunch. I’m starving. Yes, I know. Bad idea. I have no option on Tuesdays without going the fast-food route. It’s sad. 😦