So I decided upon the quarter pounder meal, you know the drill- large order of fries, burger and soda. I sat down so proud of myself. I started to dig into my fires and then ...the burger. It was ultimate self destruction. One bite into it...oh not so bad pretty good. Two bites...I can do this.. Three bites...ok put it down. I put my burger down and just starred. I couldn't help but look at all that grease and all that beef and all that cheese. I couldn't be a wiss, so I took the third bite, and thoughts like (PUKE!!!!) were going through my head. I had to chew slowly so I wouldn't have to run to the bathroom. It was horrible. After my third bite I knew I had lost my battle to food. Or Mcdonald's burger.
I think I'll stick to chicken.
lots of love.