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The French term “Mardis Gras” translated into English is “Fat Tuesday”. I don’t care much for the French, and I certainly don’t like being fat. That leads me to the one thing I’m giving up for Lent – carbs.
As a Catholic, I’m supposed to give up meat on Ash Wednesday and Fridays. I’ve spoken to God about this, and he said it’s okay for me to eat meat on these days provided my intention is to prevent the development of man boobs.
I actually tried starting a low carb diet last week when I was at lunch with Issac.
“You better get those french fries away from me. I’m trying to lose weight,” I told him.
“French fries are the least of your worries,” he responded.
Good talk.
I plan on weighing myself in the morning, but I’m going to toss down a few cold beers tonight.
Oh, and to whoever left that piece of cheesecake in the Melrose Place refrigerator – “Thanks.”
Well you know just what you do to me. The way you move soft and slippery.