Yesterday, I had a meeting with one of the girl's I mentor. I asked if we could go to the mall, because I had a few things I needed to pick up and maybe we could grab lunch while we were there. She said, that was fine with her (as if going to the mall is a hardship for any teen). As I'm sure you know the food court is where diets go to die. I had been good for breakfast and knew I'd be good for dinner, but decided to indulge while out with my young friend.
While the teenager had a couple slices of pizza I decided that if I was gonna suck up vast calories it needed to taste better then what was sweating away under Sbarro's heat lamps. Hello Indian food! Saffron rice, topped by curry and peanut chicken with a side of vegetable samosas. OH! MY! Worth every flippin' calorie.
We then walked around the mall in an attempt to burn off some of lunch, or that's what I suggested, but really I think it was just to scope out dessert options. My fine friend had a chocolate and strawberry sundae from DQ, me? Mango and blueberry swirl frozen yogurt from the new serve yourself yogurt shop. Heaven!
So this morning I head off to weigh myself thinking I was in trouble. Nope. Dropped 2 pounds. Yeah, that makes sense.
Whatever.
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