The Steven family ate like kings today.
Like Burger Kings.
Our television ceased to project a nice picture quality. Kevin bought the 55 inch box roughly 10 years ago. And when I say box, I’m not kidding. It had enough room on top to put DVD’s, cups, plates… spare toys. If the picture wouldn’t 3-D trip on you, or fine white lines didn’t sporadically etch it’s way across the screen, we’d still have it with us. He and I both live by the rule of, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Yet, it was broken. Big time. So, bye-bye box.
While out purchasing our new television, we stopped at Burger King. Neither of us eat much fast food. I don’t go so far as to slaughter my own meat or anything (even though I could; we have tons of wild turkey out right now). Yet, I make most of our meals at home, and it saves money and helps keep us healthy.
That doesn’t mean I’m inhuman. Or infallible. Or can’t be tempted by the smell of a burger charbroiled on a grill.
The only problem with that is, where do you draw the line? My intent was to only buy the swiss and mushroom burger. I could eat more at home if I was still hungry. Only, that’s not what came out of my mouth. What came out was, “I’ll have the swiss and mushroom burger COMBO.” That means I get fries AND a soft drink on top of that.
Kevin ordered a whopper. I steer clear of the whopper. I craved one during my pregnancy with Nolan, and I ended up vomiting it shortly after. Nolan knew in all his fetus wisdom that whoppers were not a healthy choice. For Nolan, we ordered chicken tenders, and a milk.
Our next healthier option was to share the soft drink, and share the fries. Only, that doesn’t fill you up. Have you ever noticed that food that isn’t good for your body ceases to ever truly satisfy your stomach? You always want more. And so we bought TWO MORE sandwiches. We each had a (are you ready for this?) bacon cheeseburger. They were $1 each. Need I say more?
Nolan was busy inspecting his chicken tenders, which were deep fried to a dark golden complexion. I had torn bites off for him, and he looked puzzled. He tried one, and then reverted to his Cheerios I had brought along for a snack. At least someone was making healthy choices in this family.
As we sat there, I looked at the pictures surrounding the eatery. Very attractive, overly skinny models drinking milkshakes, or kids posing with a big grin on their face, hand on the hip.
Kevin told me he was willing to stop at the whopper, but I had to push him into another sandwich. It made him feel guilty, eating like that. Both of us sat there looking remorseful, while Nolan continued his Cheerio marathon eating, shoving a few into his mouth at a time, smiling at us, gloating. It only made us feel more shameful.
What happened to us? I remember running to McDonald’s on an almost daily basis when I was a teen, during lunch break. I’d get the two cheeseburger meal. I’d make sure to ask for a side of ranch, to dip my fries into. Sometimes I’d get a milkshake so I could put my fries into that! It tasted like heaven. Now, I can barely stand the taste of bacon that’s left on my palate. Am I trying to somehow re-create that feeling? Why is it eating like that back then was OK, yet eating like that now kills my stomach? Is this an age thing? Or, is my mind telling me these choices are bad, so it makes me feel bad afterwards?
I have to go and eat a salad or something….