Intestinal Fortitude

What is it about onion rings that makes me incapable of refusing them? The batter? The shape? It's like tolkien's ring or reverse kryptonite for me.

Two nights ago sat down for beer, onion rings, spinach pie, mozzarella burger, and french fries to celebrate Carl's last final of the first semester in law school. A mild case of the gastric ouchies the next day.

Ate a salad for lunch the next day and I could sense most of my cells pause its routine of cell division in disbelief. I will be better about choosing "good" over "bad/evil".