What's a Diet?

^ Terrified of his dietitian. 

^ Terrified of his dietitian. 

So apparently I'm on some excersise regime with my sisters. We've all been shot down and smacked in the face with a health kick, but instead of us all getting back up, my mind stayed on the ground weeping. I love food, feasting brings me joy that nothing else compares to. It's like the synapses in my brain literally explode from excitement when a plate of crunchy french fries slides in front of me. Ugh, but here we go, mmmm vegetables and exercise. I'll commit, but only if I can continue my weekly getaways to nummy restaurants where I become engulfed in flavors. So last night, to celebrate my Mother's visit, my roommate and I went to 44&X. I was feeling naughty and ordered: Roasted Chicken with Rosemary and Garlic on a bed of Mashed Potatoes and Asparagus, smothered in Gravy. As soon as the first forkful hit my lips I died. I felt like Anton Ego in 'Ratatouille', blown back to memory lane, enjoying the homemade roast chicken that my mother used to make back in the day. After that I made the executive decision to order dessert. Diet's are for those who constantly say 'no'. I say 'Yes, hello chicken!'. Never again will I deny my taste buds from the dishes of the divine. That I promise. 

If you want your mouth to water, click HUNGRY and your world will never be the same. 

Do it, you won't...