So like for the last two weeks every morning I’ve woken up saying “I’m gonna eat right starting today! Gonna have some oatmeal for breakfast and drink lots of water!”
Then by the time I’m in my car and taking my exit off 29, my stomach exhibits some Jedi Mind Tricks type stuff like, “Maybe you want a chicken biscuit. with egg and cheese. and an OJ” and I’m like, “no, oatmeal!” but my hands turn the wheel, off to the right at the light on to Sullivan, and next thing I know, I’m at the drive thru.
It was delicious.
Maybe next week.
I swear to GOD this is the same conversation I have every morning. Except I’m not on a commute – I’m just in my kitchen. It only takes like 20 seconds for me to go from Oatmeal to scrambled eggs. I’ve never had a chicken biscuit…it sounds really good. Like for now.