I keep talking about eating properly and having some discipline when it comes to food but I think I may be... a fraud.
Went to an outdoor art exhibit last weekend and wouldn't shut up about stuffing myself with street meat. It was hot out and I had a craving for carbs -- specifically, a giant helping of hand-cut french fries -- and maybe a spicy sausage from one of the trucks parked on the street.
Only one choice: the Original Bavarian Bratwurst Wagon. Oh. So. Good.
But rather than ordering the sausage I'd been craving, I caved to the idea that it might be too messy to eat then have to walk among the art with wurst-and-condiment-stained clothing, so I opted for a burger instead.
It was all good. All of it. The fries were still steaming for a good 10 minutes after she forked them over and they didn't leave a giant pool of grease collecting in the bottom of the container. Always a good sign. Talking about it now makes me want more. And maybe a sausage next time, too.
[sigh] Me likes me carbs. Why do I even fight it?
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