Here is the downside to dieting (beyond the obvious):
I’m a little bit loopy. Today, as I was backing out of the driveway to go to the grocery store with The Squad and my Mom, I hit my Mom’s car.
Everything is fine. Nothing happened to either car, but it scared the crap out of me. What kind of person backs up without looking behind them? I guess someone who isn’t operating on enough calories. I’m glad I didn’t hit any of my neighbor’s dogs. I’m glad no one was hurt.
The funny part is that I take my Mom grocery shopping with us at least once a week. It’s just a lot easier to shop with two adults when The Squad is along, and the kids need to get out of the house as often as possible. Anyway, almost everytime we back out of the driveway my Mom says “Don’t hit the Benz”. I always assumed that this was a joke, but today she didn’t say it, and I went ahead and hit the car, so I guess she did need to say it after all.