I'm on day 12 of 30 days of no french fries or potato chips. Every day it gets a little easier. There's still the temptation - the co-worker who eats Cape Cod chips with her sandwich, the table next to me at a restaurant who orders a burger with golden truffle fries. I must stay strong and not let the sound of a potato chip crunching or that delicious freshly fried french fry smell lead me astray. I say NO to your salty deliciousness!
What really keeps me going is the bet I have with Derek. He thinks I can't stay off the chips and fries for 30 days. And also God because I think that's what you're supposed to say at the end of a speech like this. I imagine him watching over my shoulder and patting me on the back every time I pass up a chip or fry. "That's my girl G. That's my girl...."
Yesterday my co-worker and I were ranking the best places to get french fries in Boston....at 9am.
ReplyDeleteooh what places made the list! My favorite are the truffle fries at the Abbey in Brookline. I need to know where the best ones are. Wait...maybe hold off until January to tell me.
DeleteWow this would be a considerable feat! Go on ahead Ginny..I'm getting the medal ready!
ReplyDeleteOh my god, you're a hero. Well done girl x
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