Death by Steakouse....

Ok, so I am on a total health kick right now.

It is spring -- I'm on a manhunt!
It is time for swimming, sun, and cute clothes -- I wanna look HOT or AMAZING! (Haven't decided which one yet...)
It is totally time to flash some skin without being called a tramp -- I wanna do so with class!

Therefore, I have joined back up with old trusty -- Weightwatchers. I joined old trusty years ago and got SMOKIN HOT! Then the boyfriend dumped me because of all the attention I was getting (enter heartbreak!) and VIOLA -- Enter drastic weight increase! ASSHOLE! No really, it's my fault and his -- but thats another blog....

Anyway, the pounds have been shedding and so far this week was great! Upon my roomie and I having a sucessful week we had fried pickles, and entertained days later to have a few more fried pickles, and we were so good all that week til' Firday. We planned an amazing shopping trip to find her a stunning sorority formal gown (the greeks are also another blog...). Anyway, joining us on our girlie outing was of course...the greek boyfriend!

Shopping was AMAZING! I LOVE spending other peoples money -- I DON'T Shop for me...ha! And, we managed to conclude shopping in under an hour -- EVEN BETTER! Then came the discussion of dinner and us weakling girls gave in to the boyfriend and succombed to his idea and manly suggestion of "Texas Roadhouse."
Not only is this place my favorite steakhouse to eat at EVER, the words not more than came out of his mouth as a suggestion and my mind instantly started envisioning a tasty hunk of meat, loaded sweet potato with caramel and marshmallows, blooming onion, and BREAD...oh the BREAD!)

So I went in to the sweet bloody steak smelling establishment dead set on having a salad and loving every bite of it. I had fried pickles this week -- I did not need steak. I kept looking at the menu, there were a whole 4 salalds to choose from and NONE looked very intriguing. Who only keeps 4 bloody salads on the menu, where dear god was the variety! I'll tell you where the variety went, the variety all went into the steaks!!!! (The steaks got an entire page on the menu, the salads -- 1/18th -- imagine that!)

Then, the greek god did the unspeakable, ordered an entire blooming onion for himself! Full well knowing that both of his dates tonight were being "health conscious!" And knowing we would all dive in!!

Then the waitress arrived -- I CAVED, but was kinda good... I ordered steak (my mind still watering with the thought -- I hadn't savored real beef in MONTHS!!) with a SALAD and Vegetables (Yeah Me!)

You know full well what happened --

The BREAD Came......
The Damned Blooming onion came and stared right at me........
The Steak Arrived with my saute'd mushrooms......
I ate my salad, but it was sooo not my fault that the vegetables were disgusting! They remained on my plate. That is about all that remained.....enter me wishing I'd ordered that loaded sweet potato....

The greek god -- Oh he savored his dinner, the roomie was good with her grilled shrimp kabobs (bitch), and I savored every bite of my steak dinner knowing that I was the gym's new bitch this weekend -- ALL WEEKEND LONG!

Needless to say, the greek god will no longer suggest the dinner location when outnumbered by the two hot dates he travels with! And he will soon learn our new favorite phrase, a phrase he will hear a lot from now on -- "Chuck, NO!" and probably followed by "because we said so!"