Year of the Beef Gun

On New Year's Eve, I had imbibed quite a bit of alcohol and went to Facebook to browse. As you can guess this is never a good idea. I saw a picture my friend Kelsey posted and began to comment with her and her boyfriend Jon Wing....

 Kelsey Marie Labbe Laying in bed trying to watch a documentary on arctic animals, but Billy thinks he can catch the birds and the fish on the TV screen...

Katie Leighton I'm laughing so hard I'm crying! I'm so sorry about your ruined arctic experience! Bring Billy over to play with Brutus instead... 
Kelsey Marie Labbe I think he would love Brutus
John Wing It's nerf time!
Katie Leighton Do you call your beef gun "the Winger"? If not it should be considered
Kelsey Marie Labbe Beef or nerd????oh Katie
Katie Leighton OMG ummm auto correct turned nerf into beef.... HOLY first awkward moment of 2015! Happy New Year! .... Ps please still be my friend
 
 
After this exchange 2015 became known as Year of the Beef Gun. Coincidentally I have a new food obsession that isn't great for me and is beef related. Kel-Mat Cafe in Skowhegan makes the world's best sandwiches and their #1 with Roast Beef has replaced my constant cravings for french fries. The good thing is the sandwich isn't fried. The bad news is that it is equally full of calories that I haven't been burning off being cooped up in the house for the winter. I've come to realize that an addictive personality isn't great for me in general but certainly not for my weight loss goals. 

This is where being back to the grindstone gets tricky. I need to practice so much self control to eat a lean cuisine rather than a delicious beef gun sandwich. I think the way I'm going to do it is to start referring to it as the "Beef Gun" instead of a number 1. This, hopefully, will help me tap into the shame autocorrect made me feel on the first moments of 2015. Think that will work??

<3 Katie
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