I am so freaking gross. Why do I continually do this to myself? I have no self control when I walk into the giant food court at my job; the variety of options is overwhelming and stressful enough to bring forth a massive seizure. I just wanna get all Augustus Gloop and start dipping both hands into the chocolate river---I cannot stop myself! Sushi! Ravioli station! Pizza station! Salad Bar! Starbucks!
So, salad. Yes, I'll have a salad. There. Problem solved, right? Wrong. Here are the contents of the salad I just consumed:
dried onion rings
I knew eating it that I'd pay for it by 3 pm with an atrocious gas bubble in my belly. It just tasted...wrong. But I have no control! It all looks so good I just need to EAT.IT.ALL. Lord, save me from my ownself.
3 days ago