Subway

Last night while me and chels were out running errands, our tummys started talkin (read somewhere that you aint supposed to eat til your stomach starts growling) so we decided to stop in at subway and split a wheat bread sub.    So there we were arguing over what we could and couldnt get on it and decided on wine vinegar dressing instead of our normal more goop and toppings sandwich. The "sandwich artist" behind the counter OBVIOUSLY new we were attempting to diet. So, what does he ask us while ringing us up???.... Would you girls like a cookie??? I have a feeling he has no clue how close he came to being physically injured over a simple question.  I literally imagined myself hopping over the counter and kicking him because yes I did want a cookie, I wanted that cookie more than anything, but I couldnt.   So, me and Chels sat outside in her car eating our delicious cardboard subs in peace and quiet when I know that both of our thoughts were on that warm gooey cookie less than 20 feet away.   This diet will probably be the hardest thing I will ever do.  My will power is running a little low.