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April 14, 2005

Not for the Easily Disgusted

Once I moved to NYC and fast food was much less conveniently available, a. I started spending much much more on food, and b. I ate fast food about once a year, and c. when I did, my body would reject it before I'd even finished eating it.

Since moving back to StL, fast food is clearly a little more available. I've gone through a few stages:

Stage 1: Must avoid! Don't even LOOK! Keep up your old habits!

Stage 2: On hangover mornings, McDonalds is not only a totally acceptable breakfast, it's a necessity.

Stage 3: Once a month won't kill me.

Stage 4: Once a week won't kill me.

Stage 5: Everyone does it, and they aren't all dead. I can eat it when I want

Stage 6: (the height) Fast food 5 meals in a row

Stage 7: (recovery from stage 6) Taking a longer route to avoid even seeing a fast food sign is a good idea (albeit impossible)

Stage 8: Not even tempted for an entire month straight

Stage 9: (today) I've been eating really well, lost 5 lbs. Taco Bell won't kill me, and it will keep me from craving it later, and keep my body from expecting good stuff.

Stage 10: (15 minutes after Stage 9) We've returned to the rejection stage.

Hallelujiah!

Posted by nikl at April 14, 2005 01:37 PM

Comments

Taco Bell remains my salvation. I eat it no more than twice a week. Therefore, it retains its special glow. And I can keep right on living a little bit longer :-)

Posted by: -OW at April 14, 2005 03:07 PM

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