Tomorrow, Lee and I are starting a diet.
Tonight, I did enough damage that it will take weeks of dieting to get back to what I weighed before this evening's sand gnats baseball game.
I saw tonight as my last night to eat guilt-free for a while, so Lee and I took in a double-header at Grayson Stadium. It just so happened to also be Feed Your Face Monday.
The lowdown: pay 6 dollars. Get a wristband. Eat all the concessions you want, all night long.
Between us, we had two drinks, two orders of chicken fingers, two orders of fries, a cheeseburger, an order of onion rings, nachos, and boiled peanuts. It was like the night before execution or something. You'd better feast now because tomorrow - famine.
Though truthfully, I don't think the diet will really be like famine, but I'm sure it won't be easy as pie either (oh pie, blessed pie). And tonight, as I walked out of the stadium, hunched over in pain from indigestion, I thought, "I'm ready for this diet, because I don't ever want to feel like this again."
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