Frying Chicken Diet

This is not the fried chicken diet, but they frying chicken diet. Today I was making “Somebody died? Fried chicken even though no body died. It was a special treat for some friends, but it was a lot of chicken. So I fried and fried, made 17 quarts of rice, fried some more then made gravy. It was quite the work out.
Tonight after all my friends picked up their chicken Carter and Russ came into the kitchen to have their fried chicken, rice and gravy dinner. I just could not look at another piece of chicken. I made myself a bowl of cooked spinach. Carter asked me if that was all I was having. Surprisingly I was very happy with my spinach.
Perhaps I need to get a job at Bojangles or Popeyes and just fry chicken all day long. Maybe then I could lose the pounds I put on this year. The smell of frying does not appeal to me.
I am certain the same would not hold true if I got a job in a bakery. I could make cakes all day long and still be perfectly happy sitting down after an eight hour shift and eating a slice or two.  
I more or less have banned frying in our house, except when somebody dies, but maybe I should rethink that rule. I could open a funnel cake stand or a French fry booth like they have in Rehoboth Beach. If I fried anything all day I certainly would give up eating all together. I could call it “the I fry for you” diet.  
Next fall when the State fair comes to town I might have to get a job frying snickers bars or butter just so I don’t eat for two weeks before the start of the holiday eating season. If you drive by my house and you see what looks like a lemonade stand set up it probably will be me roadside frying some onion rings to sell as a way of not eating.  
Since my house smells like a chicken stand right now I hope that the smell alone will continue to curb my appetite. If it does I am going to be making chicken for my friends every week.