A Tale of Chinese Food and Cheeseburger
Earlier today, my stomach was making this embarrassing gurgling noise (made sense as it was already way past lunchtime), so I decided to pacify the hunger inside my body.
Unfortunately, Miss Fussy (me) was being…well, fussy. There I was, weak from decreasing glucose and still being finicky over where I could grab a bite to eat.
I love carbs so I thought Chinese food would be yummy. Veggie rolls, Kung Pao chicken, and fried rice were enticing my belligerent stomach with a sweet promise of satiation. Then I remembered. My favorite Chinese place received a letter grade of B — yes, B!!!! — on its last health inspection visit. No way. Sigh. What should a starving brunette do?
Another carbs idea sprung to mind. Subway. I was thinking a tuna or cheesesteak sandwich. Gnawing hunger getting more hostile every second. I arrived at Subway….and the line was endless! Not only was I being fussy, the Diva in me decided to make an appearance as well. Forget Subway.
My time was running out and I was getting crabby from all the trips. Last chance. Carl’s Jr’s yellow star beckoned me as if I was one of the 3 Wise Men in search for the Messiah.
I went in and ordered the Famous Star without onions and no ketchup. I was debating about ordering a larger fries but the prudent side said no. Sigh. Okay. I attacked my french fries first. Mmmm. Freshly cut fries — that’s what it said on the carton.
Next on the agenda was the cheeseburger. I took off a part of the lettuce first. I took a bite. Blah. What the hell?! I did not like the taste, but I was still hungry so I took more bite. Chewed and swallowed just so I could eliminate the hunger pangs completely. Halfway through the burger, I concluded that I was done putting the partially burned and tasteless meat inside my mouth.
With the gurgling belly now satedly purring and the glucose level rising, my mind tuned in and I realized with shock…. I was starting to hate fastfoods more and more. Should I be depressed? Should I cry? Should I scream “Bloody murder!”?
Eventually, I decreed that it was for the best. I would live longer if I did not crave fastfoods every meal time. Maybe it was fate that I looked after my heart instead of being a selfish, ravenous, and fussy Diva. I finished the delicious fries and decided to eat the flat cheeseburger later (if I found the appetite for it).
Damned that letter B grade!!!
Art: Processing Cow by lexidh (Deviantart)
