F*CK FAST FOOD / Nobody Ever Held a Gun to my Head

I repeat: nobody ever held a gun to my head.

A week ago, I had the last fast-food meal I believe I'll ever eat. My father was with me. Wendy's was my idea, as he almost NEVER eats fast food. He's a pretty healthy guy- busy, retired, doing Balkan dances with a group twice a week.

I got what was my habit- a combo with cheese, fries and a diet coke. Up until now, I was a good little slave to my sudden lunch cravings. I'm serious. It was SO FAST, cheap, convenient, and to me it filled me up quickly and tasted good. I'd go to McDonald's, too. Even the sandwich names sounded good. From one burger to the next, it was absolutely consistent. Not even the movie "Supersize Me" got to me in the slightest. I rationalized it by saying my fast food was three times a week and half of that was salads. Their being republican-affiliated moved me against it, but not enough.

I need to lose around 15 pounds, or 20, and get my blood pressure down, as I've needed to for a year, and I WILL. Remarkably, my cholesterol was fine last time I checked.

When I bit into the fries that they sell by the POUND, they were hot and crispy enough, but I kept feeling those spurts of grease that I'd become used to but were no longer acceptable. I could smell the grease and feel its viscousness and taste it. I squeezed one of the fries a litle and saw the grease leak out. I imagined what my pores must be like.

Same with the burger- fried, slathered with cheese, mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard, and sauce. Why had I not thought of this as GROSS before? Should food really DRIP like this?1? The bigger a combo gets, the nastier. Something clicked when I felt that grease in my mouth, up my nostrils, and I couldn't rinse the sauce off my hands with hot water & soap even after 2 tries.

I realized how much of this CRAP I'd eaten in the past year. Watching the commercials last night, I experienced a new feeling. There were extreme close-ups of pizza, fried chicen, and rotating cheeseburgers; I watched the grease glisten off this crap with their promise of more food for less money. I became pissed and revolted. Angry. I can't believe how much money we pile into those places, and I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH OF THAT CRAP I'VE BEEN PUTTING INTO MY BODY.

I'm sick of feeling tired, having bad skin, my favorite old clothes not fitting, not having enough energy, and I'm sick of feeling SICK. I'm DONE. I've lurked at a lot of fst-food related threads here and been spanked about the fact that there is always time to prepare your own. I want to say THANK YOU to those who knew better, because I've learned a lot here.

...the doctor told you your cholesterol was over 300, and you had a couple of artery blockages.

I have nor missed it since.