So I’m sprung from my Biggest Loser Resort (BLR to those in the know) bubble. And the first thing I see at the LA diner where Mitch’s cousin has taken me for lunch is a display for stick-to-your-ribs (and everything else) chocolate cake.
I salivate like Pavlov’s dogs and soldier on.
Heading home the next day, LAX is one big food court.
Then something totally grabs me by my taste buds.
See’s Candies. A California tradition since 1921, and a Planet Lippstone tradition since 1990. My ultimate California comfort food. After I moved away, I’d always grab a box of chocolate creams on the way out of the airport. And inhale most of them before departure.
Grab a tuna salad sandwich. My newly trained eye notices it’s really two sandwiches. I eat half, and have a banana in reserve for a snack.
A pretty good re-entry into The Real World, I’d say. I’m still marching to the BLR drum. And will have to stay that way. Because the alternative would really make me a loser.
Wish me luck. And good cholesterol readings.