Well, today is my birthday. Another year, another 10 pounds. Instead of New Year's resolutions, I like to make birthday resolutions. Yeah, I don't really keep them either. However, I am seriously setting a goal to get in shape before I'm 40 (although I still maintain that "round" IS a shape). And in celebration of my birthday, what did I do? Went out for lunch with the parental units. I met them at
Panera Bread, which if you've ever been there, you doubtless know that they cleverly disguise their food as healthy and good-for-you with tricky words like "organic", "whole grain" and "vegetarian". Now, I learned the fallacy of that last one upon making the acquaintance of The Fishmonger many moons ago (two words - deep fried cheese curds) so I knew not to fall for that one. However, I thought a sandwich made with "fat-free" turkey and "organic" spinach pesto served on "whole-grain" bread might be safe. Yeah, not really. It would be different if it weren't smothered in cheese and some sort of glorious mayonnaisey sauce and oh yeah - the bread slices weren't as big as your head! Oh, and if I didn't order a large Chai Tea Latte to go with it. Oh well, it tasted damn good and it's my birthday, so BFD! Besides, I'm SURE I'll be treated to cake and ice cream when my husband gets home (hint, hint)! I'll start my health kick tomorrow.
Thus concludes my 37th trip around the sun.