As of today, I'm back on the wagon and off fast food. That's right: no Arby's, BK's, CJ's, DQ's, and on through the lipidly delicious alphabet. It's my first time celebrating of Lent, a holiday of buttressing weak self-control with ominous religious overtones. As in, going to McDonald's = going to H-E-double hockey sticks (at least until after Easter).
But it should be good for me, body and soul. After all: