I went out for drinks with my spouse and a group of friends and was really happy with myself for NOT eating the fried pickles, mozzarella sticks and potato skins dripping with cheese and bacon. Man, they looked good.
Slightly chubbalicious psychologist from the Midwest, where we fry cheese and there are almost always bars or cookies in the breakroom. I am married and have two daughters. There are lots of angles in my life, despite the focus on excess flubber in this blog. So, before you call the licensing board on me (impaired practitioner!): I just needed to vent, ok?!
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