Once a cheater, always a cheater
As I write this, my fingers are leaving greasy little Chick-fil-A stains on the keys. After four days of having no appetite whatsoever, I treated myself to a little fast food.
Now, I have no doubt that my influenza diet will compensate for this little indiscretion. However, my little lunchtime excursion proves something I already knew about myself: I have no ability to moderate my actions.
Joe can go to Burger King and pick out a 400 calorie meal. He can order the junior Whopper with no cheese. He can get the side salad.
I'm like the alcoholic. I can't just have one drink. I can't go to the fast food joint and not have the worst possible thing on the menu, the exact thing I want at that exact moment.
For right now, I am not going to feel too bad. I haven't had fried chicken in weeks. Plus, I guarantee you I have lost weight just in coughing alone this week. But I am also going to reaffirm my resolve and say that fast food has to be out of my life forever.
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I think if you have to go for fast food, Chick-fil-a isn't the worst place you can go. I had an 8-pack chicken nugget combo meal with a diet soda the other day, and it came to 610 calories. I'm not saying that's good, but for deliciously fried chicken AND fries, it can satisfy a craving without condemning you to water and celery the rest of the day. Also, Chick-fil-a has two chicken wraps that are each 410 calories (chargrilled and spicy chicken), so if you got one of those without fries or soda, you'd be set.
Posted on February 26, 2008 12:01 PM