I should go ahead an apologize for the fact that this post will not make you think intellectually or challenge you spirtually (not that any of my other posts have lately), but I just had to address a very pressing matter on my heart...or should I say stomach.
The Mac and Cheese snacks at Sonic.
Now friends, let me remind you of my past weeks of grueling detox for my crazy liver and the fact that I could only eat veggies, fruits, water and chicken. And I might have to add that while all this was occuring my dear friend Sonic, who I rely on to quench my thrist so frequently, came out with maybe the most ingenious little drops of heaven since Girl Scout Cookies...Fried Mac and Cheese. So for the past few weeks I've rehearsed the day that Fried Mac and I would meet.
Well friends that day came today. I'm pretty sure that a choir broke out as I took my first bite of yumminess. My tastebuds did not know what to do with themselves and I'm pretty sure I heard my arteries clog a bit as I swallowed. I stopped at 2. Tossed out the rest to avoid sending my body into complete shock and then came home and headed for the elliptical machine.
It was a good day. I now feel whole.