Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Eat your cheeseburgers

My battle with weight has been going on for as long as I can remember.  As a kid, I spent a lot of time alone.  I recall going to Wendy's at age 7.  I went into Wendy's by myself with Popo waiting in the car outside.  I ordered eight hamburgers and two chicken sandwiches.  The check out clerk looked at me and questioned my order.  
"Excuse me did you say eight? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8?" She asked. 
I agreed and handed her the money.  Little did she know, the eight cheeseburgers were just for me. 
This is my earliest memory of my love of the cheeseburger.  As an adult, I TRY to order one burger at a time. 

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