I knew I had made a mistake as soon as I sat down to eat my food. Knowing all that I allegedly know about our "Fast Food Nation," after the cookie booth I decided to go to Five Guys today despite the knowledge that I think I have. The place was packed with people of varying demographics...I ordered a regular cheeseburger, not knowing that it was actually a double burger, and a large fry to share. I watched them cook the burgers on the grill and saw the grease oozing out - the sign says we cook our burgers "juicy and well done" - well done kills the E. coli and juicy is a matter of interpretation.
I sat down and unwrapped my burger, it seemed to be dripping in grease, lit-ter-ral-ly (as some folks say)...I alternated between the fries and bites of the burger - it was delicious. Suddenly my chest began to hurt, so I gulped down a chemical concoction commonly known as a Cherry Coke and continued to eat. Then, my stomach started hurting but I kept eating. Finally I realized that if I took another bite I was going to vomit, so I stopped.
I ran a few errands and arrived home 2 hours later. By this time I was very sluggish such that I could barely function. That's when it occurred to me - that food could've killed me...fat interrupts blood flow and oxygen delivery, couple that with the stress that I'm under - someone call 9-1-1.
When I walked in the door, I prayed, drank 32 ounces of water, and got on the treadmill for 10 minutes (it would've been longer if my back hadn't started aching). I'm thinking I need a serious detox.
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I don't know if I feel fortunate or unfortunate that filth fare (what we call fast food in my house) doesn't make me feel that way. I find it fascinating that regardless of how bad we know it is for us we still like to indulge here and there. It just tastes so damn good!
ReplyDeleteI hope you're feeling better now.