Delirium- Final Indulgence

I had trouble figuring out what to do for the final indulgence.  A unhealthy large meal?  So. . . go to any restaurant in the city of chicago.  Ummm. . . too many choices, what to do, what to do.  And then yesterday happened.  We had band practice as we always do but this time one of my band members was fired from his job.  It was 6:30 and he was drunk, and I mean hammered.  He was talking on the phone to people about the matter and me and my other band member looked at each other like, "what's in store with this band practice."  We started trying to get things together and just work on something (we hate not being productive) and then we were surprised that he came back and we got to work.  I thought to myself this would be an excellent time to use up my indulgence and go out to eat.  When I brought the indulgence up they said, "nice it's half price burgers at smoke daddy's."  Smoke daddy's has been around since the 20's and has some of the best BBQ in the city.  Done and done.

The first bite was a smack in the face.  I got dizzy and started laughing.  This is what unhealthy food tastes like.  My mouth was instantly coated with flavor.  I quickly ordered a glass of whiskey (you said unhealthy and I went unhealthy) to wash the salt down.  I was surprised on how I reacted to the salt.  It tasted great but just made me thirsty.  I had sweet potato fries for my side and I thought I wouldn't eat them all but once I had one it was over.  Some of them fell off my plate and I said, "Don't think you can run from me, because I'm going to eat every one of you."  In a weird voice and my friends started to laugh.  And then it was over, me and my band started acting up like we alway do: loud and obnoxious.  Laughing extremely loud and cheering on the band.  The other quiet couples probably hated us, but the waitress loved us.  That's the misconception about waiters and bar tenders.  They don't want some quiet and cold table of four that whispers to each other.  They want the fun table that will keep them awake and have fun with them.  You've got to make them feel like your enjoying yourself and then they'll want to sit down and talk to you.  That why my dad knows everyone in this city.  My family is the most loud and obnoxious family on the planet, but we are always the only table that gets free plates of food.  When the chef comes out to talk to us with are normal street cloths, the couples with the fancy suits and diamonds in their ears always look at us and wonder why the chef isn't talking to them.  It's a business, do you think it's good for business to sit there and hold your breath and nibble your food?  Of course it isn't.  And of course I've gone completely away from my point.  The point is my good friend lost his job and by the end of the night we were laughing in the streets and he sounded great today and has high hopes for the future.  I think that was more important to me then the unhealthy food.

Today is a different story.  I knew I wouldn't look different, but my mouth sure did.  I can tell that the salt and grease did horrible things to my gums.  I flossed right away and got to the bike and jumprope.  I still haven't done a trick but as of yesterday I started doing to alternating foot steps like the boxers do.  Sometimes I get caught up but still I'm happy that I can do that.  My healthy breakfast tasted great.  The hamburger tasted great too but the weighed down feeling didn't feel great at all.  I'm glad that I ate that stuff and am really happy to get back to my healthy diet.  Back to it.