I have decided to publicly admit that my 'no fast food' pact screeched to a halt last Thursday. It was my choice to eat it but it was really for the best... you don't want a really loud grumbling coming from your tummy during a client meeting.
15 months and 7 days. I'm very proud of that number!
And I blame the client (as well as me being human and needing to eat lunch)... why couldn't they have ordered from a local sandwich shop?
Mr. D is still going strong. And I'm back on the no fast food wagon!