Diets Get You Nowhere
Ever just have one of those days where all you want to eat is a big fat greasy bacon cheeseburger and it’s not even ten in the morning?
And I don’t know why I want it, but for some reason instead of driving to the gym I’m waiting in the drive thru line at McDonalds, typing this post.
And I know that I’m going to get the burger, chow it down, and it’s going to inevitably make me sick because after all who can really throw down a Big Mac before they’ve even brushed their teeth?
But right now I want the fat, the 5,000 colories, the hormone injected beef and the clorox bleached bun. So what if I get fat?
Maybe it’s just easier to be the happy fat guy who brings the donuts into work and eats cold Chinese food on his coffee breaks. You might as well just go for it. Eat everything you can. And then if you gain too much weight, just staple your stomach shut.
After all, it worked for Star Jones.
