As it turns out, I did make the goal! I am down 8 pounds so far this year, thankyouverymuch. So I celebrated. I took my guy and a quarter body and hit the Five Guys. I know, I know - don't say it. Here is how I convinced myself that it was ok - then I'll tell you how it got even worse.
When I use to go to Five Guys, I would get a cheeseburger (which we all know means a double) with fries. Beautiful, hand cut, fresh french fries. I was usually able to down about half the fries - that's what Five Guys considers "a serving" - for a total calorie count of somewhere in the neighborhood of 1,150. That's one thousand, one hundred and fifty calories. I've been pursuing 1,500 net a day, so I went for the little cheeseburger, no fries, for a total of 550 calories. It was the first real meal of the day, and I had a 3 mile run on the books for the day, so I was feeling good. Feeling proud.
Then I was tempted with five little words: "Wanna go to the Vortex?"
Before you jump to conclusions, no, I didn't.
I went for the simple cheeseburger, a perfect medium rare, hand formed and grilled over an open flame cheeseburger. I did get the tater tots, only ate about half of them, and figure that I racked up 850-ish calories.
Guess I am done eating for the day. I'll be good the next six days.
Promise.
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