Tuesday, August 26, 2008
In anticipation of my surgery, a nutritionist is helping me make changes to my diet. I know it's for the best, but I am mourning. Big Macs, french fries, onion rings, fried Chinese foods, and carbonated beverages are probably not the healthiest choices. It's just that we've had a long love affair. Where will I turn when I am sad, depressed, bored, happy, celebrating - most occassions, really. What's more, I've lost the ease of ordering fast food with merely a digit. No one will ask me to supersize my lonely sandwich. Oh, well. It will probably be more fun to request my clothing size in a single digit anyway.