Last Friday I had a lunch function for my daughter's third grade class. It was at a restaurant in town and all the parents were invited. I skipped out on the lunch since I knew all the food was going to be fried.
Shortly after I arrived I spotted Jed from my first set of core fat classes. Jed. He use to bring up Popeyes biscuits in class, then say... "Oh sorry. I don't mean to talk dirty." How I have missed Jed.
There he was... on the other side of the room.... enjoying a piece of fried chicken. :)
I've often wondered if I'd ever be caught like that... eating or drinking something I shouldn't. I haven't really worried about being caught by a classmate, just by a teacher.
I spoke to Jed later. He openly admitted eating the fried chicken and said it was the first fried chicken he had enjoyed since starting the diet in August. I asked if it was good. He admitted it really wasn't all that great. Certainly not worth it, he said.
It was good to visit with Jed again. My class now isn't as fun. I don't really have anyone I connect with there anymore.
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