Mmmmm... French Fries...

My attempt at going fast food free for one month was unsuccessful. What can I say? My willpower is weak. The city conspired against me. The TV told me I had to! (Maybe not that last one.)

I took the kids to COSI, with the intent to go to the North Market afterwards to get some lunch and see if anything else looked good.

When I got to the North Market, the parking lot was full. Completely. The meters were all taken. There was something going on at the Convention Center. Therefore, the nearby parking garage was charging seven bucks as soon as you drove through the gate.

There wasn't much hope of finding anything else downtown, so I figured I'd track down a Subway (one of my two exceptions, along with Chipotle, for those times when home cookin' just wouldn't work). Before I found one, my daughter fell asleep. It was naptime, and throwing off her schedule is a very bad idea. My wife and I spent two and a half years taking taking turns dealing with her sleep problems, and we finally got it solved. Mostly.

Not long after that, my son fell asleep. Then I got stuck in traffic. I'm not sure what the problem was. I tried an alternate route. I ran into a one mile backup on the exit I needed. By the time I got to the next exit to get turned around, it was 2:15, and I was a good eight miles off course. I stopped for gas. There was a Wendy's by the gas station. All I'd had to eat was a bowl of cereal and one and a half bananas, and I'd been burning calories from the time I got up.

I just cracked.

I know, excuses, excuses. I don't know exactly why, but it was really important to me to go the whole month.

At least I broke some bad habits. And felt better than usual. And shed five pounds (despite a less-than-stellar diet).

Let's see if I can finish it out without slipping again. As pennance, I will go vegetarian one day this week.

I shall now go read several more chapters of Fast Food Nation. I think I'm about to get to the good part...