Today my husband and I went to a museum…yada, yada, yada…let’s skip ahead to the important part—lunch. We visited a local eatery that specializes in baked potatoes. Now, a baked potato restaurant might not sound that interesting to the average person, but to a fat girl that has recently adopted a far healthier lifestyle, an awesome baked potato is pretty much the equivalent of heaven in my book. The super crispy skin, the variety of toppings (I chose black beans, corn, and mango if your were wondering), and well, pretty much everything about it made my day fairly amazing. The carb overload also numbed the pain of completing my most dreaded task—the grocery store. While at the grocery store, I think I got one step closer to becoming an adult. I forgot about a coupon while in the checkout line and actually went to the customer service desk to get a whopping 55 cents. In hindsight, that might have been a step in the direction of becoming my grandmother. Oh well, I will eventually figure this stuff out.
