May 29, 2015
Had a sweet tooth all day and after checking out the nutritional information on Sonic’s website, went against my better judgment and rode with the hubby to order a Reese’s Sonic Blast from the high-pitched, only-dogs-can-hear-her teenage girl in the drive-thru. I got the mini (without whipped cream, thank-you-very-much), and savored it slowly, secretly hoping I wouldn’t experience a different form of sonic blast after we got home. Dairy. It rarely does my body good. And when you add all the other processed crap into the mix, which I never eat, it could be enough to make my body full-on revolt. Five hundred shameful calories and countless allergens later, the gurgling gut kicked in. Rumble, rumble. Pop. Pop. A Gatlin gun firing in a thunderstorm.
Gonna ignore it, and try and fall asleep. Hoping for the best. Hey, on a positive note, I knocked out another chapter on my novel. P-R-O-G-R-E-S-S. Slow, yes, but still trudging ahead!
