consumption...

I'm sitting here at my desk, waiting for some work to do, and my stomach is turning circles. I have a 32 oz cup of ice water by my computer monitor, but I can't seem to get enough. My mind feels somewhat cloudy, and my eyes are dry. I don't think I could stand up quickly if I wanted to, and I'm dreading my evening workout. I think it's because about two hours ago I polished off a lump of "food" containing 730 calories, 47 grams of fat, and a whopping 1,860 mg of sodium. I feel it now, and wish I were bulemic. At least for one day.

Curiosity killed the cat. In my younger days I used to be a big fan of not-so-heart-healthy breakfast foods. That chewy bacon used to be a staple of my diet. I honestly enjoyed it. As a high-school sophmore I drove a 1985 Chevrolet Suburban to school, and I remember skipping classes by myself, buying some processed breakfast, and sitting in the back of the car listening to Rush Limbaugh. I enjoyed myself immensly, and still associate fast-food breakfast with a feeling of independance and prosperity. I can't get over it.

My body can't take it like it used to. I think today will be a changing point. I can't even write well due to the effects of that freakin' enormous omelet sandwich. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I'm ashamed to be such a consumer.

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