Seriously. Potatoes are awful. Which is mean because I love them so. But if I'm going to feel miserably gross eating something, it's likely going to be potatoes. They are soft, sticky, mushy bastards and they'll stay glommed up there until I brush, and not before. Because they're evil. Naturally, I filled my lovely pot of soup chock full of 'em.
To mollify myself, though, and also reward myself for a good long run this unseasonably mild afternoon, I got an ice cream cone from Sonic on the way home. My thought process was, "Ice cream is soft. It is also quite tasty, and it fits into my caloric budget today. Bonus!" I nommed on that sucker with reckless abandon.
Then I got to the cone. Obviously, I had not thought my choice through quite clearly enough. I plowed through the pain, though, but I don't think I'll be getting another cone any time soon. Boo.
I did have a salad for dinner this evening, though, so that's good!
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