We ate at Chick-Fil-A last week, and boy, did I laugh when I saw this pamphlet beside the napkins and straws. You see, I have a belly. Mine was caused by eating chicken biscuits from Bojangle's, however, not burgers. Wonder what Chick-Fil-A would say about that? Nevermind that almost everything on their nutrition chart and menu is out of sight in fat content! I didn't compare their charts to burger charts, I admit, but you can hardly tell me that deep-fat-fried chicken is not at least one of the culprits in the burgeoning bellies of America.....LOL......sounds like a good name for a rock group.
I went to my health club yesterday, for the first time this month. My too-tight pants and sweaters have started to bother me, and for the first time in a good while, I wanted to start doing something about it. Guess what? The wet area was closed. The part I love the most about going to the club is the wet area; the steam room, the pool and my very favorite - the hot tub. The hot tub and the pool are what make going to the club and working out bearable for me. It is how I reward myself for riding the bike and walking and lifting weights, and I am not inclined to work out unless I can have the benefits of the hot tub afterward. My disappointment was palpable when I saw the sign on the desk anouncing that the wet area was closed for repairs. The receptionist said smoothly......"The sign has been up for two weeks". I grimaced as I replied, "But I haven't been here in a month!" As I turned on my heel to beat a hasty exit, he said "Y'all have a very nice day, now, ya' heah?" I went straight to Chick-Fil-A!