Everyone that knows me knows I am forever on my weight loss and healthy me journey. Everyone also knows that I have a passion for food and beverage (but also don't mind getting down on some weird low-class food favorites) so this is quite the daily battle of the bulge.
At a convenience mart in Whitehouse (there are no restaurants in Whitehouse):
Devil Iris: Go on....those hostess cupcakes aren't going to buy themselves....
Angel Iris: Fiji water! MMM! What a treat!
Devil Iris: Those Snyder's of Hanover Hot Wing Buffalo pretzel bites sure do look good....
Angel Iris: How about a nice glass of ice for your Fiji water?? Refreshing!
Today I really did need something to eat (because my day was crazy and I was not prepared) so I settled on.....
Seriously. I don't know what I was thinking. My usual beef jerky was not in stock. It is exactly what you are thinking. Two slices of pepper jack cheese with a piece of salami in between said slices. God. Come on! It's better than the Twinkies I was eyeing or the Chex mix I would have rather crunched all the way home. At that moment, the Cheesewich was perhaps the healthier option? The weird part was I was actually having trouble deciding which flavor Cheesewich to get - pepper jack or colby jack. Spicy is better for your metabolism, I heard in my head.....which wich....which wich?
At the register I continued to justify myself to the cashier.
Me: "Have you had this?"
Her (a cute young cashier so of course not): "What? No...."
Me: "Yeah, well, it's not for me anyway...gross!"
Her: Weird look that says she doesn't believe me. She shouldn't.
Let's hope she didn't see me eating it in the car.