Post-it Note #9

Today, I will eat french fries soaked in grease.

Face it, as hard as you try there’s going to be days when the eggplant and arugala sandwich with chick-pea spread on organic sprouted whole grain bread just ain’t cutting it.  And there’s only so many strawberry agave flaxseed oil drinks you can stomach until that Venti Mocha Frappuchio with extra whip starts looking real, real good.

It’s okay.  We all need a day off.

So soak it up.

Tackle that 36 oz rib-eye with bacon tater tots and creamy mash.   Sink your teeth into those BBQ braised Short Ribs with extra sauce.   Treat yourself to a 84 oz Big Gulp at 7-11.  Besides, who drinks 12 oz soda’s anymore?

Don’t forget dessert.

Cut yourself a nice big slice of that double-Decker Carmel marbleized Mud cake.   Scratch that, eat the cake and leave the slice.   Feast on those chocolate dipped vanilla biscotti, the raspberry creme brulee you’ve been craving or that lemon strawberry tart you can’t stop obsessing about.

Don’t forget the vending machine.

Grab that bag of Funyuns you’ve been staring at in the vending machine for the past six days.   It’s only seventy-five cents.   Seventy-five cents won’t kill you.

And neither will those bag of Funyuns.

Please, don’t speak to me about your South Beach Slim-Fast Zone diet.

You can always start again.

Tomorrow.