Beautiful Contradictions

I’ve never met a French fry I didn’t like. Seriously. Extra crispy, salty, covered in chili, gravy, avocado, cheese, dipped in ketchup, ranch, barbeque sauce, sweet and sour, honey mustard. They should be a sin.

Why is it that everything that is so awesomely delicious is not so awesomely delicious for you? The worst part is I CRAVE these things. I drive past any random fast food restaurant, get a whiff and am salivating.

It blows. I know in my head that healthy is good, and hell I like carrot as much as the next girl, but nothing beats that crispy potato.

My favorite ones are from The Hat. They are thick, fried to a perfect golden brown and topped with mounds of chili and cheese. I am practically salivating at the memory. Add to that nice hearty pastrami and you have a heart attack waiting to happen.

I mean why can’t food like this be health food? I guess that would just make everything in life too easy. As the saying goes, “everything worth having is worth fighting for.” This explains the fact that I drag myself to the gym…where it smells, where naked ladies walk around sans everything, with sweaty guys who sit on the machines, and the people who overstay their welcome on the cardio machines…I do it because it’s worth it…because I’m worth it.

So tomorrow I will eat my carrot sticks and smile…and act like I am not imagining a super size.

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