Who wants a piece of meat?

As B and I are walking through the grocery store, he mentions a few facts about the foods he’s eating and their dietary benefits. Some are high in protein, others packed with vitamins. He’s trying to be as healthy as possible for his run on the weekend and doesn’t want to spoil all his hard work.

While he’s doing this, I get a craving for meat. A big, honkin’ piece of meat. Fatty. Loaded with calories. Then, I start to think of a Whopper meal.

Being the nice person that I am, I don’t say a word of this to B. He’d probably have a conniption in the produce aisle. But, I want him to stop talking about eating well because it makes him sound self-righteous.

I picture myself scarfing down a burger in slow motion, both hands wrapped around the sesame seed bun, my teeth breaking the surface of the bread, fillings and meat, a small piece of mayo getting stuck on the side of my mouth, and my finger scooping it up and licking it off with my tongue.

And, I’d drink a supersized Coke – regular, not diet.

Why should I sacrifice the foods I enjoy eating? I hear of so many people with regimented diets, and I feel bad for them. I don't think they really love to eat protein shakes, broiled/steamed chicken breasts, and veggies all the time. And, how about the endless supply of vitamin supplements? It gets expensive after a while.

I can’t do it. I like to eat too much. And, I like to eat meat. Savoury, savory meat. We all die eventually, so I might as well croak with a full stomach instead of being hungry (and cranky because of my hunger).

Excuse me, I have to go to Burger King right now…