I went to Cracker Barrel for lunch today (the one on Jimmy Carter Blvd. in Atlanta) and ordered my usual favorite, which is the fried chicken tenderloin sandwich on grilled whole wheat sourdough.
The last time I got one of these, I was so determined to be good that I didn’t even use the mayonnaise they give you on the side, choosing to eat it “dry”, so to speak, to avoid the fat and sugar in the condiment. The sandwich is tasty enough without it, so that was no big deal. I’m trying to alter my tastes and expectations to eat a little healthier.
So I’m on my lunch hour, which means my time is limited, and the server mistakenly brings me a GRILLED chicken tenderloin sandwich on grilled whole wheat sourdough. I look at it for a moment, realize I don’t have time to wait for a replacement and it’s going to be healthier for me anyway, and take a nice big bite.
My tongue: Hey! This is pretty good!
My brain: (in a pouting tone) But it’s not as good as what I usually get.
My tongue: I think it’s very tasty. Don’t you feel all those pleasure signals I’m sending to you?
My Brain: Oh…yeah that IS pretty good!
My heart: And it’s better for me, so we’re good all around.
Me: When did my internal organs start talking?
Anyway, sometimes I eat healthy…in spite of myself.
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