~ Oh yeah, I remembered what that last thought was. Yummy.
I totally screwed off on the WW shit tonight and I don't care. It was good. I was craving it. I think I was craving it because I'm sick and I just needed the little extra nourishment or something. Tonight, for the first time in about a year and a month or so I had McDonald's.
I indulged in their mushroom and swiss third pound burger. Oh, and of course I had to have a large fry with that. And yes, I'm one of those weirdos who had the diet soda with it. How could I not? I've got to be good SOMEWHERE, lmao. Yeah, right, I know.
It was the most delicious thing I have eaten in ages. Not gonna lie. OK, really not gonna lie, that may also be because I was craving real meat and grease and I was ravenously hungry. I didn't wolf it down. It took me at least a half an hour to forty-five minutes to finish everything. I finished every last crumb. I even took my husband's pickles.
It was worth every single last delicious greasy unhealthy fattening over priced crumb.
I'll sleep well tonight, yes I will ... I hope. Glass of OJ and I'm headed that way.



