I sort of don’t know how to start this post, because I know when I’m all done I will have committed to never having fast food. Again. And, because I’m fairly obsessive, I know I cannot really make a commitment like that, because as soon as I do, I’ll head right to a drive through for a big whatever.
When I was a little girl, we had a McDonald’s or a Jack In The Box (I truly can’t remember) on the corner. And I remember my Mom having to call in the order. This was around the same time the jogging craze started. Go figure. Eating “out” was a treat, and exciting. Little packets of ketchup, burgers wrapped in paper. It was exciting. Happy Meals were meals that my mom didn’t have to cook. A treat for everyone. My first job was at Jack In The Box, which explains my craving for Breakfast Jacks, Lemon Turnovers and Orange Juice. All in one meal. I ordered the same thing for years, until the Lemon Turnover went away. Sadness.
So. I get it. We are set up to be happy with shit in a bag, and sad if we don’t get the treats we want.
Fast forward to today. I had a coupon for a Rally’s in Fresno. It was totally free, except for $4 and change. I love saving money. We went to the drive through, and sat and waited for this grease bomb of a meal, that would satisfy my vague craving for something bad.
I spilled the Diet Coke, which I assured Harley Guy wouldn’t be sticky because there was no sugar. Then I tasted the drink, and it was the real thing. I had a lap full of napkins and ketchup, and a bag full of burgers and fries. And ice all over the floor.
We stopped in the parking lot, because we had this big mess. I pulled out the thing I had ordered, and the spicy fries that just moments ago I had been coveting. The bun was greasy. The fries tasted like deep fried chicken. And as we sat there, I could see a dumpster with crows sitting on its edges. The crows, the grease, the mess. I just couldn’t stomach it for one more minute, and couldn’t wait to dump it and drive away as quickly as we could.
I ached and groaned, thinking of what I’d just put my digestive system through on this rainy Friday afternoon. I even went and picked up my bib for tomorrow’s 5k. A few hours went by, and I was fine, but I drank a lot of water today, and tried to cleanse by eating some fruit, some wheat crackers.
A few weeks ago I was running in a nearby town, and I ran by a group of fast food restaurants, and I thought…if someone came from another locale, they would think our country smells just like grease. It was hard to keep my pace, as I battled nausea from the fumes.
So. I will not say I will never have fast food. But, for right now, if I have to drive through anywhere, it’s not happening. I love to say “There was no food! We had to stop here!” It’s time to be a bit more proactive…and stop thinking fast food is FUN. Because clearly, my body does not think so.