I succumbed. After battling insomnia, I had been inundated with images of big juicy burgers, covered in melted cheese and loaded with toppings.
Around the noon hour, my car magically drifted into a fast food parking lot, where I found myself with a giant cheese burger, french fries, and an iced mocha.
I hadn’t had a french fry from a fast food place for ages. I savored the taste of crispy golden Idaho potatoes. Before long I had to take a bite of the burger, perfectly juicy, complemented with fresh crispy veggies and thick slather of condiments.
I managed to get mayonnaise on the steering wheel and turn signal lever before I returned to work. Although the drive thru window attendants had been speedy, they had left me with a measly three napkins and no straw. I did manage to keep my clothing dribble-free, with the exception of a sesame seed or two.
Needless to say, I had blown my high protein, low calorie diet. I had been so good, living on protein shakes, yogurt, fruit, nuts, and lean meats. I had even lost a couple pounds. I’m pretty sure it came back in that one hundred percent ground beef.
It wasn’t until I finally found a straw that I could truly enjoy my indulgence. Not finding one in my husband’s well-stocked glove compartment, I had to hunt one down in the business office. Only after fighting off a co-worker could I enjoy the smooth, cool, caffeinated loveliness of my beverage.
As I enjoyed the rest of my lunch, I skimmed through a library book about writing nonfiction books. Although my insides were unforgiving for my misstep, I was in a caffeine-induced state of ecstasy about the books I planned on writing.
The taste experience was well worth the insult to my body as well as my pocketbook, although sometimes less is more. I feel somehow duped by the glamorous pictures of fast food meals that in my semi-awake state made me feel subconsciously like my life was incomplete without them.
Perhaps next time I will be able to withstand the onslaught of late night TV commercials. Or maybe I’ll just turn off the TV.