Health Nut

O.k., I need to preface this post. And I am prefacing it because when I was on the couch watching Throw Down with Bobby Flay and thinking about what I wanted to post tonight, I realized that things aren't going to sound so good on my end.

So here is the preface.

I really do try and eat well. I'm an extra lean ground beef, no oil using (unless necessary, and then it's olive oil) cooking, healthy kind-of person. I've always been this way. Add in a husband that requests 200 grams of protein and like 10 grams of fat for his daily intakes and we're just sad. Really. Hot dogs make me cringe. It's like eating something that means absolutely nothing to your body. I do the whole pat with the paper towel and try and squeeze as much oil and fat and whatever extras (like ass and hole) that are in them. And that's only if someone else serves them, because I don't.

Wait. That's a lie,

because Sebi tried them at someone's house once, so now occasionally, I will buy him the 98% fat free turkey dogs. And I still feel bad about the sodium content, but I just have him drink plenty of water.

But, I cook well. And he eats. And Sebastian eats. And Homer eats.

Gabriel, he doesn't eat. He drinks milk. A. LOT. OF. MILK. He doesn't eat unless it's chicken nuggets. he's all over those. and french fries.

So there is my preface.

Tonight when Sebastian got home from the gym, I went to go and buy some milk. We were out. *See previous post*. I got in my car and realized that I was basically running on fumes since I had a low tank yesterday and drove into downtown Austin and then back again for my nursing school meeting. So, I went to a gas station and filled up. And I thought, might as well make it a one stop shop and get the milk here. And I saw that Hot Fries were .99c Haven't had those since college, and they grabbed me and slapped me and whispered sweet nothings to me- so I bought them.

Later after I got home, I announced I was going to the gym. On my way to the gym, the Hot Fries that I had left in my car (I was determined to win this battle of temptation) sang me a song. It went something like this,

"delicious. hot fries. right next to you. no means yes."

So, I snacked on hot fries on my way to the gym. I told you I was going to sound bad. And you can now re-read my post title and see that there was a pun intended. I'm nutz. crazy nuts. Because I was eating hot fries on my way to the gym. And I didn't feel bad about it.

o.k. I did.

So, I find a parking spot at the gym......FINALLY. Because the new year's resolution crowd is there and they aren't leaving until February.

As I am about to leave my car, I notice that I have a bag of Hot Fries in my passenger seat. Not that I cared, (I cared) I decided that I needed to hide that bag. So I reached down to the bottom of the passenger seat to find something to cover my hot fries that I was snacking on on my way to the gym. Guess what I pulled out to cover the hot fries?

A Wendy's bag. From when I had bought Gabi and Homer chicken nuggets on Tuesday.

Two points need to be made here.

1. I should clean my car

2. When I bought the nuggets, I saw an advertisement for the "snack attack". I'm sorry, but this is a fast food restaurant chain. Anything mentioning "blank" attack just brings to mind heart attack. But I guess marketing is on their game, because I still bought my 5 piece chicken nuggets and fries for my boys...