Avoiding Sandwich Guilt

I went to Quick Chek* last night for a sammich and was struck by an idea while using the snazzy touchscreen ordering system. If I was ordering a sandwich from the counterperson and I wanted, say, bacon or something, there’s the chance that I wouldn’t order it because I certainly don’t want the counterperson to say, “You? Bacon? Really?” and I would slouch away, unfulfilled and embarrassed. Now Am I really worried about this? No, but I thought, well, if I actually was, this was a superb out! I could order all sorts of things on my sammich and pick it up, with no judgment from the Lunchmeat Baristas.

I did not get the bacon. I know you were dying to know. I avoided Sandwich Guilt (or as I might say Sammich Guilt) by just getting the good stuff!


*Confession time: I did not realize the “Chek” part was spelled like this until well into my thirties. How in the hell do you miss something like that?

Man, I sure do love bacon...

Never have truer words been spoken, by this, or any other man. I was having some turkey bacon last night, and was thinking that it’s been a good long while since I have had any real, actual bacon. The turkey bacon was good though.

So, day one of my 2 week experiment. I’m gonna weigh myself every day for two weeks, and try to see when the best day for weigh in. I know you all have Tuesdays marked on your calendar, but sometimes we need to make changes. Granted, these changes are purely to make me feel better, but whatever we can do to help would be great, right?

So, today’s number is as follows:

256.8

That’s pretty good. Damn near three pounds. Let’s see what tomorrow will bring though, shall we?