Gather round, fellow diners, and feast your eyes upon the meal that sits before me, for I have ascended to a new level of gastronomy. As you gape in awe at my order, I welcome you with open arms as an acolyte ready to worship at the altar of my culinary majesty.
For I, your friend and newly anointed food deity, have forgone the customary side order of french fries and instead ordered a side salad.
You wonder whether the whispers of the personal trainer I often speak of factored into my decision to replace the beloved yet calorie-rich french fry with a bowl of spring mix bathed in balsamic vinaigrette. They did not. Rather, after being yelled at while sweat poured from every pore in my body for an hour straight this morning, I am more than deserving of a serious carb load. Yet willpower is a formidable tool in my belt of dietary supremacy, and, as such, this mélange of leafy greens graces my plate.



