I always hate myself when it’s over.
Road trip.
Last weekend, my daughter and I took a short, long weekend trip to the beach.
Long because it was a three-day jaunt. Short because — it involved a lot of driving — and not as much surf.
Which I really didn’t mind, the driving that is.
No, the road trip with my daughter is not what I dislike intensely about my behavior.
It’s this.
The remnants of a fast food meal I ordered only to eat a little bit of then proceeded to eat everything including half of a grease-stained napkin.
It’s not this particular chain’s fault I love onion rings, chicken tenders, white gravy and Coke Zero.
The white gravy is my daughter’s fault. She always orders the white gravy and I then tumble along after her on the white gravy train.
I could have insisted we dine-thru elsewhere. An establishment where I could have ordered a salad and a ice-cold bottle of water. But my daughter loves this place and I am a grown, disciplined, health-conscious woman.
But no.
I become weak as these pumpkin seedlings who went limp with thirst while we were away as I stare down a speaker next to a picture of fried things.
I might wake up all hours to tend to sick children and pets. Wash every sheet in the house.
Clean vomit and doggie diarrhea till a raging germaphobe would eat off my floor, take ten nine-year-old boys for an all day adventure at a waterslide park…
Okay. I haven’t done that last one.
But I bet I could do it easier than not ordering those onion rings.
We finally got there and it was worth the drive.
But was it worth the meal?
That is where the photos end.
No iPhone bathing suit photos of me after that lunch.
Unless someone offers me a great sum of money or extra large basket of onion rings.
Linking up with Greta and Julie for iPhonePhotoPhun.
What about you? Any fast food weaknesses?
It is *possible* that I order extra gravy with that particular meal. And it’s probably a good thing that we can’t eat there as a family anymore. Just saying……I understand.
Yes, Greta – my daughter always orders gravy with her kids meal. She will not be denied. Bummer.
White gravy. Mmmmmm. Yeah, I love junk food, and I don’t really care that my belly is pudgy and my thighs touch. Because I will always know chicken-fried joy and chocolate-covered ecstasy.
Julie ~ when you put it like that, there is really nothing to fear.
I always splurge on food when we travel. I might feel gross for a while, but I usually don’t mind it b/c I just figure calories don’t count while on vacation!
I have to admit I wrinkled my nose as I got to the shot of the food. Been there. Hate that. That is by far the worst thing about road trips- I feel so sick from the greasy food! On a good note- your pics are awesome and I bet you loved the time with your daughter 🙂
Eating junk food is the worst part of travel. Just eating out the entire time makes me feel like I need to go through some kind of detox when I get home. It’s fun, but sometimes I wish I packed better food. I never do though!
How fun to be w/ your daughter!
White Gravy? Mmmmmm Sounds like the SOUTH. X
Meh, junk food shmunk food. It happens. And now you have me craving a road trip with my littles. If only we were within driving distance to a beach. I’m a little jelly bean right now.
The David Hasselhoff poster pinned above my bed!!! And the mauve colored phone…also on the wall….and the time I took down my wall paper BEFORE I asked my mom if I could. Yea…that didn’t go over very well!!!