As some of you know (and for those of you that don't, my dear husband will be glad to tell you), I have an addiction to McDonald's. I know it's not healthy, but it's very hard for me to skip those golden arches when I am driving by. It's especially awful when I'm in a rush or have had a bad day - I just want to drown my sorrows in a warm burger with tangy pickles, salty fries and a cold drink.
I think my addiction stems from senior year of high school when I had night classes at Gwynedd-Mercy College as part of the Diocesan Scholar Program. I would leave school, hit up the Mickey D's on High St. in Pottstown and get a cheeseburger, small drink and small fry for $2.22. I remember the price being wonderful for my budget. And because I did this repeatedly, I think I created an addiction.
That was when I weighed 118 pounds soaking wet. Fast forward to now, when I weigh...considerably more. Ahem. I cannot afford to eat this junk (or "rental food" as my dad calls it - because your body doesn't really "own" it; the food just rents and then gets evicted quickly) not because of my budget, but because of my body. I have resisted watching Supersize Me because everyone says you will not eat McDonald's after you watch that and I didn't want to know how it was affecting my body. I've ignored Kevin's rants about the total caloric intake of one meal there. I've hidden the paper bags deep in our trash can or thrown them out in public places so no one knows I ate it.
Yesterday, I had to get another blood test. It was no fun, took an hour and resulted in two stuck arms (my veins are roll-y and tough). I felt this deserved a trip to see Ronald.
Four hours later, I was paying for it. Seventeen hours later, I'm still feeling the effects.
So I'm telling you all in print - I will NOT be taking another trip to McDonald's anytime soon. I will only eat there if it is the last fast food joint on earth (which it may very well survive a nuclear holocaust). I will no longer make it my go-to location for depression or anxiety. I will add Supersize Me to my Netflix queue.
Please help keep me honest!
Tuesday, October 9
I'm Hatin It
Posted with care by Jackie at 9:13 AM
Labels: addiction, mcdonald's
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4 thoughts on this topic:
I agree--you must see Supersize Me. Tom insisted that we bring the girls. They were not too happy with us. It put me off fast food outlets for awhile, but sometimes you don't have a choice. So I go with the smallest portion, the family shares the fries, stick to diet drinks or milk. But, I can relate. When I'm feeling like I need to indulge, my treat of choice is a chocolate yogurt frappe (milkshake to non-MA residents). It has calcium, right? And yogurt is good for you... ;-)
I agree with Eileen, I saw Supersize and it kept me away from McDonalds for a few months, but I cave once in a while when I feel the "need". All I have to say is thank GOD there is not a McD's on the way to Penn State or I'd be booking two seats on my next flight.
M-
Jack I have to admit that I have a similar addiction, and I do the hiding the bag thing too. It's so shameful and this blog was so honest and I sigh of relief, I think I will join you in your new quest. (Plus I liked our Dad's rental food line!)
Good for you Jack! I'm so proud :)
Mentha
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