Fried Chicken

I love fried chicken but I never eat it. I think all this dieting is getting to me. I was actually craving fried chicken the other day. I've been doing well, very few slip ups until I thought about fried chicken. I know I'm not pregnant so it's not a hormonal craving. I do know I'm getting a wee bit sick of salad though. The gym is going well. I've become totally immune to the colors which is a good sign, clothes are fitting better but the fried chicken actually got me yesterday. Driving home from work I stopped at Atkins and bought all kinds of healthy food and then decided to get Riley a pot pie at Big Y. That was my downfall. I had to walk by the chicken counter. I could smell the chicken. It had a lovely crisp outer layer that spoke to me. So I picked up a bag, put it in my cart and it was still warm from where ever they make it. Then I proceeded to buy all carbs. It was unbelievable. I got mozzerella sticks, french fries and jalepeno poppers. Unbelievable. I never, ever buy food like that. I got into the car, ate 3 pieces and threw it away. It was too addictive to be in the house for any length of time. I then ate a wonderful salad from Atkins. Boy, am I glad to have that out of my system. Literally.