small injury leads to big meal

I wake up and weight myself.  Down since yesterday.  I’m feeling good about Weight Watchers.  I picture myself thinner. 

By ten, I already have my low-cal meals planned for the day.  But that all changes when I get a call around three, and caller ID identifies the caller as Camp Ramapo, the place where Alexander is a counselor.  I pick up, and hear Alexander’s voice.  I immediately ask, “Is everything all right?”  He answers, “Yes, I’m fine, but…”   The but is that he’s hit his head on a hose in the pool and it’s been bleeding a ton.  The camp nurse doesn’t think he needs stitches, but suggests he get it checked out after camp.

Alexander’s cut is right below his hairline.

We go to CityMD.  We are in and out in a half hour.  Alexander’s injury needs only to be glued, not stitched.

Now it’s after seven and we are both hungry.  Alexander really wants a burger. How can I deprive him?  Poor baby was injured today.

I have a Groupon for The Burger Bistro, a new restaurant right around the corner from CityMD.  It’s only been open a few months. 

We both get burgers on a brioche roll with caramelized onions and french fries.  The price is high, the place is tiny, but the food is great.  I’ll probably have to starve myself for the rest of the week.  But that’s okay.  A burger this good is worth the sacrifice.