It’s past my dinner time (although that’s been a lot later since the move to the Pacific time zone) and I’m not really in a mood to cook. Back home, I’d have run out for pizza or chinese food, but here — well, I no longer live in the same kind of semi-urban environment, and everything seems to be rather far away. It’s a couple miles to the closest Pizza Hut, and I can’t find listings for a Chinese restaurant nearby. Outback is a haul, and the closest thing is McDonalds — no thanks.
Maybe the key to losing weight is to sit here searching and wondering where to eat… then deciding it’s too late and abandoning the whole thing.
