Too funny to me; a shake and a fry!

Today I was running some errands and my stomach starting growling. I didn't want to get too hungry, so I decided to stop at Culver's to get a grilled chicken sandwich with mustard. Good choice right? I thought that selection through very carefully believe it or not. Anyway, when I got up to the window to pay for my order the young man said, " I have this large peanut butter milk shake to give away." I guess he got someone's order wrong and wanted to give it to someone. I yelled, "my God, are you kidding me?!" I was like, does he realize what I had just went through in my head to make the selection I made? He had to laugh. Now realize, peanut butter anything is a favorite of mine. So, I broke down and took it. So much for careful planning, huh? I have to say, it was worth every fat laced calorie I sucked through that straw! As if that wasn't enough, when I open my bag to take out my grilled chicken sandwich, my hand wrapped itself around an order of fries, of which I did not order. I was like, "come on, really?!" Yes, I gave in and ate the fries too. They were a crispy, salty joy to eat. They tasted like it was my first time having a French fry (it's been a few months).

Now, I didn't right this to make my MFP friends salivate or to ask for forgiveness for doing what I did today. I wrote this because I thought it was too funny the way things happen when a plan of attack is in place. My intention was to go to the store and stock up on fresh fruits and vegetables so I could seriously take care of business this coming week. What do they say about best laid plans? Well, plans do change and things do happen. You role with it, take the detour, and get right back on track. After eating, I went to the store and got my fruits and vegetables for the week.

MFP friends, I know I could have turned down the shake and not ate the fries, but obviously, I wanted them. No excuses here!