In what I had thought was to be Seth's departure yesterday (now postponed until after his birthday extravaganza), I had planned the ultimate NO Kleenex Needed plan to keep me out of the Ben & Jerry's Wednesday night and in the land of the living.
Happy Hour with five of my Marquette favorites.
Even after a lunchtime haircut at Bayshore a.k.a. The Island of Buttery Salty Pretzel Goodness, I stuck to my guns and returned to my desk for a lunch of lettuce and tomatoes. No Dr. Pepper. No pretzel with cheese.
*Tear*
Over my Miller High Life Lite (note: a significant step down for this picky beer drinker) however, with all my calories mapped out for the day, I met the devil of my day's healthy eating plan.
The Buttery Salty Popcorn Goodness that is a Marquette campus bar.
If only I'd gone out on October 2, instead of the first. Perhaps my guardian angel (whose feast day is today) could've protected me.
I would like to say I was strong enough, but with no dinner in my tummy, I was not. Piece after piece the popcorn flew, destined for no other location than my tummy.
How the calories can fly when there's salty goodness involved.
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