Dear Jonny, Fast Food?
When is the last time you ate fast food? What did you have? What’s your favorite? Did you feel like shit afterwards?
It’s funny you should ask. While under normal circumstances I never touch the stuff, every three or four months I make a point to have an “eating out day,” on which I consume nothing but what can be purchased at various fast food restaurants. I do it to both completely remove from my system the emotional and psychological urge for that sort of food, and to remind myself why, exactly, I stay the hell away from the shit in the first place. Yesterday was that day. For breakfast I had four sausage biscuits with cheese and three orders of hashbrowns, from McDonald’s. For lunch I had one large order of tator tots, a chicken/bacon toaster sandwich, a Supersonic cheeseburger, and a large cherry-limeade chiller, from Sonic. And for dinner I had a large order of french fries, a double chili-bacon cheeseburger, a triple cheeseburger, and a large butterscotch malt, from Mr. Burger, a local burger joint. The double chili-bacon cheeseburger is, by far, my favorite piece of delicious, greasy death. And yes, I feel like absolute shit today; bloated and poisoned. But then, that’s the whole point. I got my fix.