Sprouts

So, I went to the blog today to admire the picture of Hawaii that I posted yesterday.  I have this massive new computer screen, so I blew the blog up as much I could on the monitor.  That is when I noticed that the hamburger that is the backdrop to my blog.  This, of course, led me to start humming that classic Jimmy Buffett song, Cheeseburger in Paradise.  Man, that guy can truly put a burger to song like no one else.  Anyway, I start singing the chorus:  "Cheeseburger in paradise / Medium rare with mustard 'be nice / Heaven on earth with an onion slice / I'm just a cheeseburger in . . ." and just as I am about to belt out "paradise," I notice that the burger on my blog has sprouts on it.  Seriously?  Who puts spouts on a hamburger?  Certainly no Cheeseburger in Paradise has sprouts on it. 

People, putting sprouts on a hamburger is like ordering a Diet Coke with your Big Mac and Fries (do not deny that you have done this) or asking for granola on your frozen yogurt instead of the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that you really want (by the way, the granola isn't all that great for you either, so I would just "splurge" and go with the chocolate and peanut butter).  These "substitutes" do nothing to make what you are eating any healthier, I don't care what anyone says.  Or does it . . . .

As I have been thinking about this, perhaps that little sprout is a sign of things to come:  Small daily changes that eventually lead me to not desire a hunk of charbroiled beef but instead a chicken breast lightly grilled and placed on a whole wheat bun with fat-free mayo and no-calorie mustard on a bed of lettuce and spouts.  I doubt it, but I guess I can always hope.  In the meantime, I guess I'll keep listening to Jimmy.