Lunch

Being that it's a nice sunny day here in Utah, I walked over to the campus convenience store-type thing to grab myself some lunch. The pickin's were slim, and I'm trying to make good dietary choices, on account of I'm doing this fitness program through the university's human wellness or whatever department. I have to record my food and exercise and report it biweekly to this tall, toned, wight-lifter girl who married a boy from Cambridge, England. So I'm already jealous of her, and then I have to hand her documented evidence of why she marries British boys and I don't.

Anyway, I chose an apple (to ward off the scurvy), a raspberry yogurt, and a small leather-skinned hot dog.

But I wanted to choose eight jalapeno poppers and a waffle cone with roasted almond fudge and peanut butter cup ice cream. And maybe a block of havarti cheese. With whole-grain reduced-fat crackers. And some flapjacks.

Outside the store there were a bunch of little kids sitting on the grass with their moms, eating ice cream cones in their bathing suits. I watched the girls with their little bellies and wet ponytails. As I watched them, I thought 1) Isn't summer a lovely and innocent time to enjoy life's simple pleasures? and also 2) Enjoy it as long as you can, girls. It's all gonna go to crap.

Now about that ice cream cone . . .