I had one of those I'm-going-to-eat-healthy-and-revolutionize-my-diet kind of Mondays a while back. I was pumped. Pumped. Think trips to Costco, family packs of chicken breasts, and a tub of spinach for all the salads I was going to have. A 10 pound bag of apples was critical.
Hmmm.
I never did open the spinach, which is probably good because it went slimy and probably reeks. I did cook up the chicken though, but it spent it's time in a Glad container, so I don't think that counts. Who knew chicken could go grey? Wow, what a waste of food and money. I was choked. Then I got a sudden urge to play hard ass with myself. Do you ever do that? I came up with a new rule that if I didn't eat something soon after I bought it, I would make myself eat it later anyway. Stoically, I grabbed a bottle of Bullseye, slathered the chicken, and washed it down with some milk. Kids are starving in Africa Heidi.
However, now I think this chicken is ruining my life. I feel terrible and might be dying. Food poisoning will set in at any moment. That rule was stupid.
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