I Suck At Subway

For the past two days, Karen and I have been eating takeout from the same place. Up until the birth of our daughter (Briana), Karen and I (when it was just the two of us) very rarely ate takeout. Instead, we preferred dining within the restaurant. That seemingly has changed of late, due in part to our feelings that we have very little time now with the fickleness of our baby daughter and her feeding schedule.

So yesterday (and the day before), Karen and I ordered sandwiches from Subway. Now, I suck at Subway. In my apparent quest to look like Jared Fogle, I have begun to eat there daily. Granted, it has only been two straight days of eating takeout from Subway.

If Jared can lose weight from only eating at Subway, then perhaps I should eat there more often because I do need to lose some weight. I have packed on the pounds since Briana was born. Who am I kidding? I was packing on the pounds while Karen was pregnant.

I am just kidding about doing the Subway diet, as evident from my eating a foot and a half long sandwich yesterday. It just happened to be luck and chance (and maybe a bit of laziness) that Karen and I ate at Subway for two straight days. And of course, I would be remiss if I did not thank our friends (Renee and Jeff) for it was Renee and Jeff who gave us a little gift card to Subway in the first place. So we probably would not have even thought about going to Subway were it not for them. Thank you again Renee and Jeff!