Before I knew it I was sitting at a little table, with a mound of fries, a drink too large to finish, and a burger that was dripping with mayo, onions, ketchup, pickles and cheese. I think there was a little lettuce and tomato in there somewhere.
"Didn't I just leave the gym?" I asked myself as I stuffed more fries into my mouth and licked the mayo and ketchup that was about to drip on to the paper wrapper. Part of my brain said, "I can't believe that I 'worked out' and now I'm eating all this salty goodness that is no good for me".
The other part said, "Wow, I'm really digging this
Then I looked across the table and Dolly offered me a fry and told me to dip it into her frosty. "Isn't it good Mommy?" I said, "Yeah Dolly! That's really good". She just smiled and continued to dip her fries in her frosty and eat them happily.
I should have gotten a frosty. Suddenly I didn't feel bad anymore. Suddenly I didn't feel like I wasted a work out. I ate t every last bit of that combo meal and piled the wrappers and used napkins on my tray like a little volcano.
What a great day! I think I'll supersize my combo next time.