Today was the 4th day of the 7-Day Potato Famine. Today was my first real test. I had a hamburger. And didn’t have French fries. Wahoo! Except … I had fried onion rings instead. I don’t think substituting one fried food for another fried food counts as a total victory. Or even as a major victory, but I am going to count it as a victory since I really, really, really wanted a large serving of fries. Still do. But I won’t eat them.
Last night I was tempted by mashed potatoes and scalloped potatoes at the annual smorgasbord at the local Catholic church. Those Catholic ladies know how to cook, and those potatoes looked good, but I contented myself with cheese grits and a vegetable medley. And really, French fries are my downfall, not the other potato dishes.
After eating my fill at the feast, I returned home and started the first major initiative of my Complete Body Overhaul. (The 7-Day Potato Famine is only a minor part of the CoBoO (pronounced Co bo oh. All the O’s are long.) The Soft Drink Drought will be a whole ‘nother matter completely, and frankly I dread it.) Anyway, I started walking to Jericho.
It's 6884 miles to Jericho from where I live, but I've walked one mile. Only 6883 to go. Do you want to walk to Jericho with me? We'll be leading camels -- my camel's name is Clyde -- and treking across the United States and then along the newly discovered land route across the Atlantic Ocean. There might be robbers, pirates, monsters, treasures, princes, lost cities -- who knows what we'll find. What wonders we'll see. Join the caravan. We're walking to Jericho.