I’ve been on a bitter diet lately, because my doctor told me I had to. I don’t know why doctors are always telling you such bitter news. You complain about one little thing (my knees, my back, my shoulder, can’t sleep, tired all the time, can’t make it up the stairs without breathing heavily, chest pains) and he thinks it’s related to my weight somehow.
Some people, I swear. I told him that he has the power to give me some magical pills and I should be able to lose weight, and he did give me one for cravings, but other than that, he wasn’t much help. He did tell me that doctors were all wrong all those years and it turns out that carbs are the enemy, not fat. So I’ve been eating a lot of eggs and bacon, and cutting out some of the carbs. He told me no more candy too, which of course, he told me on FREAKING HALLOWEEN. Jerk. Enough about how horrible doctors are, how about some Bitter Friday Giftures to eat, since I’m starving.
The only thing worse than being hungry…
The best part about having kids…
Me…
This is the only kind of…
Even famous people…
Wile E. Coyote wasn’t a bad guy…
Sometimes you just need to eat chicken nuggets…
Oh, sooo tempting…
When your food is done…
Sometimes food just can’t help…
Sometimes you are as hungry…
Food always…
Since food always comes before family, that is why so many arguments happen at Thanksgiving. Because we try to spend time with the ones we love, but family keeps getting in the way of spending it with food. Just a thought.
What is your guys relationship with food? Stronger than family I hope.
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH
Bitter Eggcellent Friday Giftures Ben