Wife free friday means let's take the hate out on myself night. Coming home from work and getting to spend some hours to unwind by myself I figured, hey, you want to do something really stupid, right? RIGHT! So naturally the old classics came to mind with something good to drink and some snacks and/or candy and just game the entire evening. But no. Tonight was special. Tonight I figured, let's go fucking all in on this thing. So after spending way too much money on way too much crap I came home and started to prepare what will probably undo this entire week of healthy living and hard time at the gym. But to hell with it, I have earned this.
Battered and deep fried cheese and turkey sandwiches that I was dipping in mayo and bbq sauce mixed together. Holy shit. It's like I was eating the embodiment of self-loathing. I am sweating like a fat goth at a summer funeral drinking, by lovely irony, "sugar free" energy drinks. As if that's going to save me. I still have chips and cheese ready to go for some fuckin' nachos. Well, nachos without the meat, beans, and other condiments, let's just call it chips and cheese that I'm going to be dipping in an assortment of dips from chipotle salsa to guacamole. Also, there is some candy. Fuck me, what did I get myself into.
But isn't that what you do when you lose weight and begin feeling like maybe you could get your body in shape?
So, what do you usually stuff your face with when you want to swallow any notion of a better world and the beautiful song of birds?
PS. I'm actually not depressed or self-loathing. Well, maybe I have the self-respect and restraint of a child, but that's an entirely different issue.
PPS. My apartment smells like frying oil.