Day #7 proved to be an interesting day to say the least (that's 'foreshadowing' for you biz graduates who shamefully slept through English lit)...
The day began just like the last three - again, I woke up too late to make my oatmeal. I didn't care though, since taking it to work the past two days worked out just fine - little did I know how much I actually needed that early breakfast (again with the "foreshadowing?!?!" Jeez!). I made it to the trailer after dropping off the Nut and making a detour at our main offices; ate my 'mouth-watering' oatmeal and felt just OK. It didn't take very long for the oatmeal to wear off this morning though, leaving me with my new friend, ol' hunger pang herself (yes, it is female.) It reminded me of my charity trip to Brazil again, standing in 500 degree Africa-hot weather digging up rudimentary clay stairs by heaving a hoe over my head - "what the hell am I doing?" That's about where many so-called adventures suddenly lose that glimmering sheen of when the idea was still stronger than the act itself - when one comes so close to packing up and high-tailing it to the nearest mode of transportation, a one-way ticket out of Dodge, so quickly that the door comes no where near to hitting you in the hind regions. That is right about the time my before mentioned kindly co-worker offered me a small tupper wear container full of spaghetti she had made just for me. Her arguments to why I should eat the intoxicating pasta were the kind of powerful and sound words one would expect to find on a massive historical monument somewhere in Washington DC..."It's made with turkey meat, fiber-filled pasta, sugar free sauce and should be healthy...plus it's free!" she said. How could I resist that combination of wisdom and wholesomeness?!?!? My co-worker poked her head in my office an hour later to hand me some bread to go with my spaghetti, "You already ate it?!" she said surprised. I not only ate the 
flavorful goodness - I inhaled it! I was still hungry but strangely pacified and did not feel the need to rush home that evening to eat.
flavorful goodness - I inhaled it! I was still hungry but strangely pacified and did not feel the need to rush home that evening to eat.(How can anyone resist comfort food like this? See left photo)
Am I still on the wagon you might wonder? Save that question for later...'cause the day ain't over yet, my friend!
That evening, me, Laura and Ben were planning on visiting my Brother-in-Law's Church for what they called an 
'Ice Cream Social' which would benefit mission work to Brazil. I didn't eat any ice cream even though it was Ben and Jerry's - AND, even though it was free! "I will not stray that far to the 'dark side'", I maintained, as my brother-in-law waved a beautifully enticing cup of ice cream at me from across the Fellowship Hall, "NO!" I mouthed defiantly,"Uncle Alex, you wanna taste my ice cream?" came the sweet, innocent voice of my 6 year old niece Abby,"No thank you Abbey," I retorted,"Although it looks mighty delicious, I am on a diet which prohibits me from such pleasures..." I said in that 'holier than thou' tone ready to cast the first stone,"What a tool." my niece Abbey very likely thought in 6 year old language (see photo on right of a 6 year old's opinion). Strangely still, I was not hungry and hadn't eaten anything for dinner regardless of my wife's insistence. We then headed home - it was approximately 7:53 p.m.... and no, the 7th day is not over yet...
(I was able to resist this enticingly scrumptious sweetness - see photo on right - which proves my manly might, right?)
The evening of Day#7, I threw the Nut into the bathtub and gave him a good scrubbing, since he and his cousin Sam had somersaulted repeatedly down a grass hill during the Ice Cream Social. I read Ben two books, the number which I justified because of the time being well past his bedtime. I walked into our bedroom, where my beautiful, understanding wife was already adorned with her finest evening sleeping garb (old t-shirt and pajama bottoms); About then I remember telling Laura that I needed to go into the kitchen to eat something. The rest is kind of hazy or as my wife would refer to as 'selective memory'...All I can tell you is the three leftover pieces of frozen pizza (small pieces) my wife and son had for dinner the same night were now a distant memory with only a crumpled chunk of aluminum foil left behind.
(Come ON! No one could resist this luscious combo of nature's finest gifts! If you disagree, you're either lying or a vegan - which does not count!)
Again, you may ask if I've abandoned my quest because of this little chink in my armor of purity? AM I NOT HUMAN?!?!? Should this adventure be officially over only because I barely fell off of the 30 Day Wagon after almost 7 days of manly discipline!?!? Did the Coyote give up on his dream of eating the Roadrunner just because the ol' 'coyote in a cannon ploy' blasted him to China instead of the dinner table!?!? Does Sarah Palin have any chance in hell of ever convincing me she is fit to lead the most powerful country in the world?!?!? Did the Allies stop at Normandy just because the sky was black with machine gun fire?!?!? (OK, the Normandy thing is very likely in bad taste, so I revoke the comparison)...anyway, does a bear sh*t in the woods??? OF COURSE I WILL CONTINUE!!! and YES, I WILL PREVAIL!!! Tomorrow I begin again with my oatmeal - see you then??????
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