As I was out running errands today I did something I am sure Weight Watchers would not approve of. I skipped breakfast. I know, it was stupid and I have no excuse other than the same old worn out one I’ve used a million times: I was in a hurry. The fact is, folks, we have to stop and take the time we need for ourselves. That’s what got me right where I am today. Rush, rush, rush and then stuff my face with bad stuff.
Which I did.
I know. I’ll pay for it Thursday when the scale laughs out loud right there in front of all the other nice WW members who don’t blatantly break the rules.
As I sat in the drive thru staring at the Golden Arches I remembered a joke I heard by Louie Anderson. He said they weren’t arches. They are really one, giant, golden butt. I giggled when I heard that but the truth of the matter didn’t occur to me until I wolfed down that burger. They aren’t just A butt. That’s MY butt, life sized, right there in front of God and everybody, a testament to a lifetime of this failed choice. It put me right off my fries, I’m tellin’ ya.
The next time you pass those arches, think of my butt and just keep driving!
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