And it was nasty.
I had a McSpicy meal, no upsize, with a diet coke. I was in such a rush to eat it, I didn’t have time to take a picture. While I was chomping away and listening to an awesome YouTube recording, I felt.. weird. I was literally demolishing the fries and the burger. I just kept going and going, with no break. Halfway through, I realized I did not even want to eat this anymore, but I didn’t stop. There is something weirdly addicting about the burgers and fries, and especially the chili sauce, at McDonalds.
I was so looking forward to eating this meal, that I forgot what kind of effect it had on me. I haven’t had McDonalds in say about.. 3 months? In fact, I haven’t had any junk food at all in this amount of time. This means no fries, no burgers, and no soda in 3 months. I actually stopped drinking soda since March. My body was accustomed to the rice, vermicelli, steamed chicken, boiled vegetables; all the healthy stuff.
But tonight, I wanted McDonalds. It actually popped up in my mind when I was leaving a building and knew there was a McDonalds right in front of me. I took a 40-minute break from my work, came upstairs to get my wallet, and went right back downstairs to buy the meal. When I came back up, my friend said “wow, that was fast”. Really? I didn’t feel that at all. Then it dawned on me: THIS is why it is called “fast” food! McDonalds was right outside; it was convenient, it was cheap, and I could bring it up here to eat. Instead of going to a food court, I chose the easy way out and decided to fill my body with trash instead.
At first, my body was relishing in the yumminess of the food; the feeling of the greasy, salty, soft fries; the steaming, oily, crispy and spicy chicken, and the refreshing, bubbly, diet coke. 7 minutes in, I started to get tired of the incessant chewing. I was tired of picking up a fry, soaking it in chili sauce, and popping it in my mouth. I was tired of biting into the crispy chicken that felt like it was lathered with oil and having to swallow that nastiness. A minute later, I could feel myself getting warmer. I was starting to sweat. Yes, it was that bad. 15 minutes in, I was almost done. I was looking forward to that final bite. Finally, the last bite was consumed.
But I did not feel that satisfaction that I usually feel after a normal meal. Instead, I felt gross. I wanted to stick my fingers down my throat and prompt the junk to come back out again. I wanted to excrete the waste and feel ungross.
As I sit here digesting, I can feel my arteries clogged up and the difficulty I have breathing. I can feel the grease lining my esophagus. I can feel my throat gasping for water, to push the grease down and clean everything out. But as we all learned in 6th grade chemistry, oil is non-polar and water is polar. Because of this, they repel each other. So even my attempts at drowning myself in water, does not help. I can feel the oil forming little bumpy read walls in my throat, which seems like an onset of a scratchy throat.
From now on, I swear myself off fast food. It is so damaging to my body and I had no idea. I’m sorry, body, for making you go through this. Who’s with me?