Today I went to the dentist, and Arby's was on the way home. Ah-ha, I thought, a reward for visiting the dentist! When I was little, my dentist used to give me stickers for being a good girl there. Clever idea, since stickers won't rot your teeth and are therefore healthy. Arby's, on the other hand? Not so much. Smearing my freshly-cleaned teeth with a beef and cheddar sandwich, jamocha shake, and curly fries (my favorite treats) is about as far from healthy as I can get.... but oh so yummy.
Fortunately I only visit the dentist every 6 months generally, so even if I have my Arby's treat afterward it's not so bad. And I've started getting my oil changed elsewhere, so that no longer entails an Arby's visit.
The only other danger is my trips up north, which for some reason also often involve Arby's. I don't know why, because it doesn't make sense to reward myself for going on vacation, but somehow it often works out that way anyway. Oh well, it's vacation after all, and it still doesn't happen often.
On the plus side, the dental trip went well! No cavities, my teeth are clean, and my mysterious gum/gland infection is completely cleared up. They told me next time it happens I should call right away, before it gets bad, since the antibiotics did such a good job of clearing it up. I told them I was hoping there wouldn't be a next time. We'll see who ends up right (I hope I am!).