Yesterday, I made it another "no clean" day for Helen and I. I also let her pick the menu and it wasn't long until I was following her around a supermarket. Helen showed me the finer art of buying chicken for baking.
"You don't want boneless breasts, baby," she told me. "The chicken will be dry and rubbery. The bones keep the chicken moist."
A few hours later, mom and I were sitting down to a supper of baked barbeque chicken and macaroni and cheese. I am starting to really like having Helen pick the menu. It is like a grab bag of meals.
This morning, I went to an Overeaters Anonymous meeting. I practically drove almost to Atlanta to attend. I felt out of place. I was the only guy there and the only one that wasn't terribly obese. When I got home, I weighed on my scales and am down to 210 pounds. At one time I weighed 257. I will probably go back again as I did like the more congenial and personal atmosphere.
