I'd made this lovely chicken/walnut/rosemary salad sandwich for lunch. But he said Texadelphia and I was all, "homina, homina, homina." Yes, please. Since it was "moving day" (we moved to the next floor), I knew I'd be getting in extra steps and running later tonight, so my co-worker and I made our way to the lobby, did not attend the training (which is what the sandwiches were for), and collected our cheesesteak boxes.
It was later today that I really appreciated what I've been eating for the last 4 weeks. Stuff that's not bad for you. By the afternoon, this cheese steak was talkin to a sista! My stomach was in knots. I was having "healthy food" withdrawals! Now I will know better.
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