Ode to a cheeseburger

Ugh. What was I thinking?

 Yesterday hubby offered to stop and pick up dinner on his way home. Sure, I said. He was at McD's, so I told him just to get me a burger. Keep in mind, I haven't had a big greasy cheesburger in I don't know how long, so I thought this would be a nice treat for "diet girl." He comes home with a quarter pounder with cheese, and fries, and I ate it.

First, the fries were so salty I could hardly eat it. I don't consciously cut salt out of my diet, but when you eat a lot of fresh foods and cut out fried things and junk food from your diet, you automatically lose the salt. So it really was a shock to my tastebuds to eat those fries. He got me a lemonade, which also tasted salty. It was just a strange flavor.

But that cheeseburger, I don't know. It was just nasty. I'm used to eating whole grain or wheat bread, so the bun was hard enough on me. But I just wasn't sure what I was eating in that hamburger patty. It looked like meat, but sorta not really. I don't know why I ate that burger (it sure lost its appeal the more I looked at it), but I did and I paid for it later. That meal tore my stomach up.

Isn't that funny? I can eat flax without batting an eye, but not a burger meal from McDonalds. It made me physically sick to eat it. It's almost lunchtime right now, and I'm in a new town at my new job. I'm going to go find something to eat, but after that burger last night, it won't be fast food!