I knew what the scale was going to say : loseit
Even as I stood in the line at Moe’s.
Even as I advised myself how good I was for soliciting for steak on the nachos do this I “didn’t have to” order the tacos additionally. Cost financial savings, am I proper?
As the plate stuffed up with chips, and salsa, and cheese, and lettuce, onions, and olives, and jalapeno peppers.
“looks good”, the man stated as he handed my nacho mountain to the cashier.
“yeah”, I stated.
It did not although. I gave the impression of five# of salt on the scale. It gave the impression of a pile of meals that could not, should not, have compatibility in my digestive machine.
“and a drink”
Coke 0. What a funny story. (five cheeseburgers, 2 fries, and a small nutrition coke)
Dumped on a serving of salsa, grabbed a fork. Because, you recognize, the chips are buried in the pile, and via the time you get to them the caso will lead them to soggy.
The steak is heat and chewy / stringy.
It was a big pile.
I did not need it.
I did need it.
I wasn’t hungry
I sought after to chunk.
I did not need to devour the entire pile of nachos.
When the plate was empty I sought after to devour extra.
My pile of soggy, crispy, tacky, heat, chips.
I started to assume: three#? five#?
How top will the scale climb day after today morning?
It was ONLY up 2.
It must be down 2.
I want it to be down 2.
But I sought after nachos. I nonetheless need nachos.
But I know what the scale will say.