...or any fast food for that matter.
Don't get me wrong, I eat out a lot. A lot. And it's never healthy. But somewhere somehow someway, I stopped being able to stomach McDonald's or greasy fast food. The grease, the fat, the...everything started making me sick to my stomach.
You have to understand what a die hard fan I was, how the crunch of the fries or the dill mayo dripping from the Filet o'Fish would dominate my brain. Or how I could put away 20 or more chicken nuggets, and felt like a princess fairy enlightening the masses when I'd order the spicy thai chicken McMini (not served anymore) because no one knew it existed, and then wouldn't be able to stop eating it.
When did McFlurries become tasteless and the idea of supersizing my meal become unappetizing?
Maybe it was around the time I realised it was time to let go of infatuation and let myself be loved, or when I realised that I made some decisions that wouldn't abide by my family, or my religion, and while it was wrong, it was mine to experience.
Perhaps it was the time I walked to my empty home in the cold again, or the time he took me to that movie and looked at me like I was the only one in the world.
I think somewhere between growing up a little and becoming younger by the day, I stopped being able to eat McDonald's.
And I'm not sure if I miss it or not.
Don't get me wrong, I eat out a lot. A lot. And it's never healthy. But somewhere somehow someway, I stopped being able to stomach McDonald's or greasy fast food. The grease, the fat, the...everything started making me sick to my stomach.
You have to understand what a die hard fan I was, how the crunch of the fries or the dill mayo dripping from the Filet o'Fish would dominate my brain. Or how I could put away 20 or more chicken nuggets, and felt like a princess fairy enlightening the masses when I'd order the spicy thai chicken McMini (not served anymore) because no one knew it existed, and then wouldn't be able to stop eating it.
When did McFlurries become tasteless and the idea of supersizing my meal become unappetizing?
Maybe it was around the time I realised it was time to let go of infatuation and let myself be loved, or when I realised that I made some decisions that wouldn't abide by my family, or my religion, and while it was wrong, it was mine to experience.
Perhaps it was the time I walked to my empty home in the cold again, or the time he took me to that movie and looked at me like I was the only one in the world.
I think somewhere between growing up a little and becoming younger by the day, I stopped being able to eat McDonald's.
And I'm not sure if I miss it or not.
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