Take That, Micky D

My flight left Vegas yesterday at 6:05 p.m. local time, putting me in Milwaukee at 11:35 p.m. After a stop to pick up luggage, a trip through the parking garage and a long drive home, I pulled into my driveway around 1:15 a.m.

I tried to eat a dinner before I left LV, and ended up with Auntie Anne's with light cream cheese. Not exactly healthy. I munched on one of my mini ziploc bag stashes of raisins/nuts/pita chips on the flight. But my stomach still started to rumble just as I was pulling onto the 894 bypass, heading toward Mukwanago. 

Uh oh. 

There are three 24-hour McDonald's drive thrus between here and there. And Old Me would have pulled in for a Double Cheeseburger Meal Deal in Delavan to get some grease, salt and caffeine in an effort to curb the hunger, stay awake and go to bed with a full belly. 

New Me had packed an apple. 

Old Me still WANTED the Micky D's. But New Me sat on her and held her down as we drove past.