Chow Down

There I was at Bob and Edith's for a little late night snack on Friday evening. I chose as wisely as possible to fulfill both my nutrition and post-alcohol grease requirements. An egg on whole-wheat toast and some grits with cheese (plus a few long sips of Charming Fellow's chocolate milkshake...does it count if I don't actually order it?).

Before our food arrived, our server and another runner brought 6 plates to the table to our right. Fried chicken, hash browns, pancakes, chili, french fries, bacon, eggs, sausage... 6 plates. For two people. Both of whom could not have weighed less than 300 pounds. My arteries started to ache just watching the cholesterol ingestion.

Sue me if this is an awful thought, but I looked over at Charming Fellow and said "I promise that will never be me..." And then I went running first thing in the morning.