So I did it. Yesterday, for lunch, I ate in some fast-food joint, near my workplace. It wasn’t intended. I wasn’t supposed to still be stuck 100 km from my home in the afternoon. I was supposed to take the train back, and be able to cook something nice and healthy at home. But due to circumstances, I couldn’t, I hadn’t any “emergency food” with me, and I didn’t have the time to take the bus back and forth to the closest mall in order to try and pick something better… so I ate at that place.
No need to say, I deeply regret it. Even though I didn’t technically pay for this crappy food, as I was using my provided-by-the-office restaurant tickets, this was still a complete waste, and I deeply regret it, partly because of the useless extra calories (that’s bad enough as it is, though), and mostly because it was, put simply, tasting lousy. They didn’t even have better opportunities, salads, or anything that would have saved the day - only greasy hamburger-style buns and fried potatoes. Compared to this… “food”, McDonald’s is a luxury restaurant. I didn’t even finish what I had ordered, in fear of being sick to my stomach during the afternoon, and I made a point to walk to the office, and then walk again at the end of the day, just to make this sticky feeling go away.
I swear on my new shruken-size clothes that I am not eating there ever again, unless I have a gun pointed at my head - and even then, I may reconsider. At least I’d die quickly and wouldn’t have to cope with the feeling of being filled with fat and about to vomit if I move too briskly.
Alright… I still didn’t have much choice, and the other alternative - not eating at all, thus risking being ravenous at 6 pm and throwing myself on unhealthy foods at the railway station - wouldn’t have been that better, in the end. Perhaps I should always pack emergency meals, from now on; things that won’t rot if not eaten in the next hours, things like nuts, seeds, fruits… not a full, real meal, but just enough to fill me in the meantime, until I can be home and cook something appropriate. The same way I don’t go out without at least some emergency change or a phone card in case something happens, I should probably do that with food, on days when I’m supposed to be far from home and when the risk of being stuck in another town for more time than expected does exist.
In other news, fast-food sucks, and French fast-food is even worse than that.
