>> Saturday, July 2, 2011
Every Saturday, I go for breakfast with my mother. All I wanted was a fruit platter. The only one they had came with cheese and nuts and toast and was way to expensive, so I decided on another dish that said, "strawberries, bananas, yogurt and granola". Stupid me I thought everything was going to be served separately. No, no that would have been to easy. The dish comes to the table and everything is mixed together, I was so disappointed. I sat their sulking like a 5 year old. I ate the strawberries and bananas to the best of my ability, but could not help thinking how this will impact the scale tomorrow. Boo.