I am choosing not to post the nutritional information, because I'm going to eat the sons of bitches no matter what and I choose to do it without guilt. I'm STARVING. But like all mad, passionate love affairs, I'm full aware that this one too will need to come to an end. It's been a wonderful week of eating whatever the hell I want and not running or doing anything to upset my knee(s), but game on again. Soon. I'm no fool. Those nachos can't cut me off. This is all on me: which is a crapshoot. Left to my own devices, I can't promise that I'll break it off or step away appropriately. In that department, I do SO much better (and it's not really better, I just can do it...) following someone else's footsteps.
So, I know...I know it can't be like this forever, but for tonight, it is, and I'm going to make out with those nachos so hard core they will never be the same again. They might even beg me to not break up with them at all. They might just want me to stay forever.
Okay...I'm going to pee, so that when it's time to love love love those nachos, I won't have to pee in the middle of it. Happy Tuesday.
Okay, I just have to say... you're HILARIOUS!!! :)
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