Greasy. Fast-food. Indulgent. Fatty. Huge portions.
How many of us indulgent meat-a-tarians, though, don't love a good Peters oversized burger now and then?
I have Peters Drive-in maybe once or twice a year at most. While I am no dietary saint, I do my best to keep my fast-food outings to a minimum. I enjoy the meals, of course, as a carb and sugar hound, but I know it isn't good for me, so I do my best to avoid it. Most of the time.
It's a damn good thing I love to cook.
The price and convenience of fast food, especially compared to the rising costs of all kinds of food, can be very attractive. Busy schedules, forgetting to pack lunches, not wanting to spend money on fancy meals or meals from uber healthy juice bars, and the desire for something quick, easy to eat, and satisfying, all factor into our society's collective reluctance to pull away from fast food.
Hubby was stopping in at Peters yesterday, though, and asked what I would want. My mouth immediately began to water. I had him order a single cheeseburger and a milkshake with Raspberry, Chocolate, and Marshmallow flavours for me.
Of course, I regretted having both parts of my meal in the same day. Even though it took hours for me to finish both the burger and milkshake, it was still too much for my little & damaged digestive system to handle. It might be because my gallbladder is now gone. It could simply be that my Crohn's was ticked off by such food passing through its inflamed backyard. Either way, the reason I am up at 3am is no doubt from my indulgence yesterday.
Would I do it again?
Probably, but not any time soon. And next time I think I would do either the burger or the milkshake instead of both. Both was justifiably too much for my poor inflamed (or entirely missing) organs.
Indulgences are a part of life. I have done the diets with military strictness, I have scheduled and meal-prepped and avoided any ounce of extra caloric or fat intake while simultaneously obsessing about a number that shows up when I step up to measure my overall mass.
It is just a number - especially if life is balanced.
What I have learned is that cravings usually point to something and should be acknowledged, refusing to ever indulge makes dieting feel like a 'bad word' instead of a healthier change in lifestyle, and that life is short - sometimes you just need to allow yourself a massive burger .... once or twice a year as it were....
So I am content to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the eating process of my indulgent meal... while also abhorring the process of digestion.
Maybe I'll stick to my ever-reliable Chocolate Boost today to allow for some internal healing time.
Happy Wednesday!