Ya know, I think it could’ve been something worse. Chocolate cake isn’t the most awful thing in the world, is it? Ok…maybe it is for some…but the pleasure sensors in the brain might shoot off fireworks. I like fireworks from time to time.
Oh, I like the cake. That’s sorta the problem, because then I’m consuming something wifey says is bad for me (probably correct, but she brings it home anyway) and I’m trying to push myself away from desserts and snacks that are best with milk.
Eat some baby carrots, “Paul R.”
I of course will never succeed, but, I can try to reduce my consumption by 50% or so...
An interesting point of this “crawfish broil” is that somebody brought... a whole roasted pig. Wifey brought home a big bag from that, too, but she selects mostly gristly, fatty stuff, not the lean cuts. And I’m trying to hold back my weight gains? Geez...