Last night I had an intense craving for a sonic burger, tator tots, an ocean water and one of those reese's blasts. Normally, this sort of craving is satified as quick as it comes with a quick trip to the nearest fast food chain, in this case Sonic. However, for some reason, something inside of me decided to see how far I could push myself. I passed an exit on the freeway with a Sonic. Naturally, I pat myself on the back. Then I saw a sign. Sonic. 2 Miles. Shoot. This gave me 75 seconds to make a decision. Sonic. Yes. or No. Unfortunately there was traffic so my 75 second decision turned into a 15 minute decision. Those were the longest, most ambivalent, 15 minutes of my life. A simple decision of where to eat turned into one of my famous "what am I going to do with my life" pondering sessions. What does the Sonic represent? Is it a big deal to have 1 burger? Is this a habit? Will the next True Life: I'm Obese be about me? Or will I go home, prepare some salad, and go to bed with an hungered stomach but a mind full of dopamine and vitamin k? Could I give up fast food completely and live forever in a perfect, toned, skinny body? If my future kids crave sonic at 10 o'clock at night will I let them go? Will I have refined sugars in the house or only healthy snacks? What about ice cream, does ice cream count?
Finally, the moment of reckoning came. The exit was getting closer- 1/4 mile, then 100 yards, then I could see it, then it was time to turn my blinker on. Then, as though I grew up all in one instant I passed right by that exit and went home.
Pat on the freakin' back.
And for dinner I did have salad. Oh, and ice cream.
Still, it's progress.