Remember how I told you that last Monday I was very sick?
And remember how I briefly mentioned that I may have made myself sick from eating too much fast food?
We were so busy packing, that instead of going grocery shopping and cooking, we would just roll through various drive-thru window's to grab lunches and also dinners.
Confession: I played down just how much fast food I had eaten and exactly what fast food I had eaten because I was ashamed of myself.
And you will be ashamed for me too when I tell you that I had eaten TWO Steak and Cheddar Ciabatas from Jack in the Box in two days.
But that's not all! I also had chicken snap wraps from McDonalds, and curly fries with ranch dressing and um, maybe just maybe I also had a sampler trio (which consists of fried mozzarella sticks, fried stuffed jalapenos and fried chicken bites.)
But, I'm pretty sure the thing that did me in was the steak sandwich from Jack in the Box. Who in the hell eats steak from a drive-thru establishment anyway?
Assholes like me, that's who.
I remember there used to be a rumor that Jack in the Box used Kangaroo meat in their hamburgers. I am here to tell you that may very well be true because not only did I get deathly ill, but I also grew a pouch.
But seriously, folks.
I think that my kidney's (and various other organs) went into shock from all of that disgusting food and fake steak. I seriously do.
My kidney's actually ached.
I laid on the couch for an entire day crying, moaning and shaking from the chills.
(Ma'Trolls are all "Good! You deserved to be sick from eating all of that junk food and wasting your husband's money like that. I HOPE YOUR KIDNEYS DIE AND YOU HAVE TO HAVE AN OPERASHUN!")
The only good that came out of that entire experience is that I think it has cured me from ever wanting fast food again. If I even think about it, I want to puke, and then eat an apple. And I can tell you that I've never wanted to puke when I think of fast food, because, as bad as it is for you (and your organs), I love it.
So, the fact that I am now sickened at the very thought of fast food is like, a miracle.







Hey, here's hoping it works! I can't eat or even think about jambalaya without wanting to hurl...and that's after 10 years. So woohoo!