Tricksy-Poo!

I was at the grocery store today trying to shop for healthy fare. Since I've been a little sick lately, I was in the Gatorade aisle--land of high fructose corn syrup. I was waddling along, minding my own business-- when I hear the most shrill, ear-piecing, bone curdling "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!". Of course, this breaks my intense label research (I was deciding between Gatorade and G2). I peer behind me, readying my "Get-your-kid-under-control glare," and I see a little girl. She is mid-yelp; you know, right at that moment when she's taking the lamaze-style inhalations, the ones right before she lets out another big siren cry. She's got snot, tears, bottom lip out for miles...I follow her little demonic finger to see what it's pointing at: Fruit Roll Ups. Her mother, frantic to get Little Lucy-fer away from the intraveneous sugar aisle, simply ignores her. Just then, the little spawn of Satan seemed more like a fallen angel. Something in me sympathized...What is childhood for if not Fruit Roll Ups?

My outer fat lady picked up on my moment of weakness, and--just like the wee little demon girl--she would not shut up about yesterday's denial of Zaxby's, so the inner thin chick decided to try a little tricksy-poo:

It's Shake-and-Bake, reduced calorie coleslaw, and baked fries. Less than 500 calories. And it tasted--shockingly--much better than Zaxby's. And, for now, the fat lady is appeased. For dessert? Anyone's guess, but I'm sure it won't be Fruit Roll Ups.