For the last few weeks, Mike and I have been watching what we're eating, trying to be healthy. So far, we've been doing pretty well. Although, I will admit, some days it's very hard.
Today, we were shopping for some Thanksgiving staples at our local warehouse supplier. We kept passing people who were kept offering samples: cream puffs, cheesecake, sausage, etc. We sampled a couple of things and when tempted with cheesecake, Mike politely declined.
He then turned to me, and said: I feel like such a supermodel - I am going to need to start smoking cigarettes and doing coke.
Is this really what supermodels are about? I thought they were about world peace.