He asks me to step out of the car after he sees an open container of Funny Bones on the seat. I get pat down and he comes up with a fortune cookie slip that says... you go home now! all you can eat, not you eat all. He stares me down, “What’s this boy… looks like contraband?”
“I only had two small plates sir.” I reply. “And my drink was hot tea with no sugar.”
Upon a search of the car he finds a 2 liter soda and it AIN’T diet. “Ok the Funny Bones were mine sir, but I thought that soda was diet, honest.”
I’m forced to undergo a blood test for insulin and my sugar count is over the limit. In front of the judge the only guy I have to plead my case is Richard Simmons, and his only defense is looking at him with those sad puppy dog eyes and asking him if he wants a hug. Well it looks like I’m going to be doing a term of three to five at the gym… after all I am a repeat offender. They may make me wear one of those ankle things that go off if I get within 50 feet of a buffet.
I still swear today I specifically went in to get Diet soda and grabbed the wrong one. Of course to be fair I did eat Chinese food and Funny Bones. It’s a war between two people inside of me one fit and the other always ready to knock over a bank just because of the free lollypops.
Hey today a step back… but in the last week a little weight lost and thanks to Bonnie I now have another web award!!!
Now that I’m famous I want my own action figure and tin lunch box.
And remember that merchandizing is the Foolsfitness way!- Alan