After staying away from fast food for more than two months, I thought it would be a great idea to skip my original dinner plans last night (a 6” turkey) at Subway and head to Wendy’s, which is slightly closer to the office. “Spicy chicken sandwich. Yeah, that’ll be good.” Hahahaha no.
One of the problems with staying away from fast food and processed foods in general is that it would seem one’s body forgets how to deal with all of that junk. Caffeine, sugar, that stuff is no problem. But throw in some french fries, a spicy deep-fried hunk of chicken and it’s a recipe for disaster. At least to my system, apparently. The resulting … trauma … is enough to get me to stick to my semi-healthy kick.
But that’s OK. I don’t need to eat that shit. Salads or sandwiches are about as far as I’m going to go if I don’t bring food from home. Eating out every night has lost its appeal; it adds up in a hurry, and frankly, a lot of the food is just shitty.
Besides, it’s a pretty cool ego trip to be able to get into pants I haven’t worn in like, 3 or 4 years.
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