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Thinking Twice About Fish Fry and Pet Bears

my_pet_bear_by_sebreg-d2yj4nf It was a good week. A very good week. But it was also a tiring week so by Friday at dinner time, when it was just me and my sweetheart, neither of us had the energy to concoct something from our odd assortment of groceries. We decided to go out.

The conversation took longer than usual, as we couldn’t quite pinpoint where we wanted to go or what we wanted to eat. Finally we hit upon Fish Fry. Yum. Ok, I know. Fish Fry is the culinary equivalent of a pet bear. It seems awesome, but it can do some serious damage. Of course, hungry tired brain wasn’t thinking that way. It was just focused on the awesome side of the equation. And that Fish Fry was awesome. Completely delicious. Golden battered filets, tangy coleslaw, perfectly seasoned steak fries, the works. FishSandwichPhoto_new

I savored that meal. But then something odd happened. I got full.  But there was still food on my plate. Delicious deep fried nutritionally vacant food. What a strange feeling. I took another bite. Nope. I didn’t want it anymore. Now granted, I should have ordered broiled fish with steamed vegetables and a salad, I know this, but still, I choose to focus on the small victory of NOT cleaning my plate. This, however, was my only small victory.

Remember that pet bear I mentioned? Well, it doesn’t always hibernate. Sometimes it wakes up and does its bear thing, which may not be pretty. My fish fry was like that. A short while later at home I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was bloated and thirsty and just kind of uncomfortable. I was paying for that Fish Fry with discomfort. Sure it was awesome at the time, but at what price? The good thing is that today is a new day and I get to start over. Salad, anyone?