The Streak is Over

I remember it well, Winter of early 2008, I was sitting in my then-office at the Stadium eating a sausage mcgriddle..

Weeks later I realized it had been awhile since I had eaten anything from the D's.

Then it was months later.

And I knew, I was giving up McDonalds.

Well, it has been over two years, and Tuesday evening, as I was driving home from a community event with Uncle Slam, we stopped to grab a bite to eat. I ordered the 10 piece Chicken McNugget, a Dr. Pepper, and a Medium Fry. The Streak had ended.

The feeling of exuberance of eating those salty fries and dipping the joyous nuggets in BBQ sauce was only mired by the subtle guilt I felt for breaking the streak.

Then, two days later, I found myself slurping on a Shamrock Shake and pounding down fistfuls of french fries while fending off a Filet o' Fish.. That's right. Two visits in three days, while I had close to 900 days away from the stuff. I think I may be falling into a bad habit.

1 comment:

Bill said...

Something something something..dark side!