So with only a few days to go before the challenge starts I have decided to treat those bad foods I love like the prized possessions of an eccentric terminal patient who throws a big party so that he can enjoy them one more time before gifting them to others. Today I bid farewell to grilled cheese. We had a grand party. Of course grilled cheese was there but I also invited some salami to the party. Tomato soup (processed with much salt) crashed the party and before I knew it, a big glass of milk was trying to drag me off to the coat room. I was weak. I admit, we partied. It meant nothing to me though. I don’t intend to call them in the morning and am sure that soon they will find someone new to spend their evenings with while snuggle up to my new love, bell pepper slices…

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